The Distant Summer
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve pounds owed to the Crown, a debt that sat on Elias’s chest like a wet stone. He had spent three days in the mist-shrouded valley of Oakhaven, counting paces, checking the brass compass against the iron north, and marking the ridge lines that would secure his family’s freedom. The valley was old, older than the maps, and the locals treated its...
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