The Distant Nightmare
Chapter One Could a man truly break a system with his bare hands, or would the weight of the law simply crush him into the mud before he could even land a blow? Sven Bakken stood in the magistrate’s antechamber, the air heavy with damp wool and the stale, sweet rot of overripe persimmons left in a bowl on the side table, and watched as Magistrate Holm smiled a smile that did not reach his eyes....
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