The Golden Mirror
The notice was pinned to the ferry gate, its paper browned by salt and wind. It bore the seal of the Harbor Master, a simple circle of ink, and the text was brief: All vessels crossing the river before dusk must pay the toll. Harold Gault read it twice, his thumb brushing the rough grain of the wood beneath the pin. He was a funeral singer, a man who worked for the dead, and he had no money for...
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