The Faded Road
Chapter One "You cannot keep him here," Yelena said. Her voice was flat, scraped raw by the cold air of the hallway. Magistrate Varga did not look up from the ledger. The pen hovered, a black insect poised above the paper. "The tithe is owed, Yelena. In kind. The bad year does not erase the debt." Yelena stood in the sealed concrete box of the ward, the air thick with the damp smell of melting...
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