The Golden Oath
Act I Forty-seven of the Ferry Slip is where the ice cracks first, and it is where Reino Laine writes his last entry for the Guild. The light in the tower is grey and thin, catching the dust that settles on the weaver’s pattern drafts spread across the desk. I am forty years old, and my hands shake so badly that the ink blots the paper like a bruise. The Golden Wren sits on the ledge, its...
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