The Pale Shadows
Chapter One Sefa Tovey, the bone-setter of the horse clans, stood in the scree slope of the ferry crossing, his hands heavy with the weight of a discarded fortune read. The paper was damp, the ink of the diviner’s script bleeding into a black smear that looked like a bruise on the skin of the river. He had carried this slip of parchment for three days, the way one carries a stone in a pocket, a...
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