The Distant Legend
Chapter One Fintan Hegarty stood in the rain, his hands raw from the needle, and counted the coins in his palm. He had four pence and a shilling, which was not enough for the ferry. The crossing was three shillings, and he owed the innkeeper two days’ wages already. The wind off the bog was a physical thing, a wet hand pressing against his chest, stealing the heat from his bones. He looked up...
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