The Distant Crown
Act I "Notice to All Artisans: The Guild Law remains absolute. Flaws are death." The ink was still wet on the notice pinned to the shopfront when Soledad Hinojosa wiped her hands on her apron. She smelled the iron tang of the wind before she saw the Inspector’s car, a black shape cutting through the grey moor. The shop behind the loom was cramped, the air heavy with lanolin and cold wool. She...
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