The Faded River
Chapter One "You’re bleeding on my ledger," Master Kael said, not looking up from the ink-stained page. He tapped the quill against his lip. "The Guild does not pay for sentiment, Sagal. It pays for function." I looked down. My thumb was raw, the skin split from where I’d pressed it into the gear housing of the Iron Loom. A single drop of blood hit the parchment, dark and wet. The Loom groaned...
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