The Distant Crown
In Vhal, the soot did not settle; it hung, a permanent grey haze that turned the midday sun into a bruised coin. Yakubu Yakassai stood on the rooftop of the cocoa processing plant, the wind whipping his uniform, checking the ledger of debts in his head. He was a private-duty nurse by trade, but the Iron Guild had drafted him as an enforcer, a muscle for their administrative bloat. His sister,...
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