The Distant Summer
Chapter One Yeva Yarr was twenty-four and owed the city of Oros four years of service, a debt her father had left behind when the salt mines took his lungs. I sat in the scriptorium, the air thick with the damp weight of old stone, and watched the ink in my well darken until it looked less like pigment and more like the shadow of a bruise. The High Magistrate, Vaelen, stood in the doorway, his...
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