The Distant Legend

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The marshes of Normandy lay flat and grey under the dry season’s harsh light, the water receding to reveal mud that cracked like old skin. In the longhouse at forty-two of Stonecutter Alley, Gaspard Hubert pressed his quill into the parchment, the ink black and cold. He was thirty-two, a court scribe, and the debt on his family’s head was a weight that did not lift with sleep. The winter...

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