The Distant Promise
Chapter One The boats scraped against the mud of the low banks, their hulls groaning under the weight of timber and salted meat, while the meltwater rose inch by inch into the cellars of the old town, turning the dry earth into a slurry that smelled of rot and iron. Carts rattled over the cobblestones before the light was fully up, the wheels grinding a rhythm that seemed to count out the hours...
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