The Golden Ritual
"Put the seal down, Leif. You have no right to touch the Duke’s gold." Chapter One The copper ingot shaped like an oxhide sat on the desk, its surface cold and dull under the flickering tallow light, and I could feel the weight of my mother’s debt pressing against my ribs like a stone in a shoe. I am Leif Strand, thirty-two, a scribe in the Duke’s ledger office, and I wanted that seal only to...
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