The Distant Threshold
Act I "Debt: 4,000 pesos. Status: Unpaid. Deadline: 12th of September." The ink on the carbon copy was still wet when Morag Paisley hauled the smuggler from the mud. He was heavy, soaked in the black sludge of the loch, his boots clogging with the weight of the water. Morag gritted her teeth, the effort pulling at her shoulders, and dragged him toward the bank where the September frost had...
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