The Pale Shadows
Chapter One "Notice: All salt carriers must present their tolls to the Magistrate by dawn or forfeit their licenses." The ink was still wet on the parchment pinned to the oak post. Carl Barlow read it twice, his fingers numb from the cold that seeped through his wool coat. He was thirty years old, the revenuier of the salt roads, and for twelve years he had paid his toll in service to this...
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