The Distant Crown
Chapter One Lars Aas’s knees struck the frozen earth before his mind could register the fall. He was still on his hands and knees, palms scraping against the ice that had formed over the night, when the shadow of the magistrate fell long and thin across the snow. The debt was not a number to Lars; it was a weight in his chest, a physical pressure that made it hard to draw breath in the thin,...
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