The Distant Nightmare
The frost had crept into the joints of my hands before the first light of dawn broke over Oakhaven, a cold that seemed to seep from the iron itself, from the very metal I had spent twenty years trying to tame. I am Elias Thorne, a master engraver, and in three days, on the winter solstice, I must present the final seal for the Duke’s new charter, a work that will secure the financial...
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