The Distant Blade
Chapter One Erik Halvorsen’s hands were deep in the brine, scrubbing the barnacles from the hull of the skiff as the light failed over the fjord, the water cold enough to burn the skin and the smell of rotting kelp so thick it coated the back of his throat. He worked with a rhythmic, desperate speed, the scraper biting into the wood, his mind fixed on the tithe he owed to the colony, the three...
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