The Distant Whispers
Could the powder hold, or would it shatter before the magistrate’s door? Nino Lancia tightened the strap of his pack, the leather creaking in the dry heat of the corridor. He was thirty-two, a border warden in the mist-shrouded valley of Oria, and his life had narrowed to a single, crushing purpose: the survival of his daughter, Lucia. She waited in the village below, her breath shallow, her...
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