The Distant Legend
The ink on the deed was still wet when Perinne Thibodeaux felt the weight of the pen slip from her fingers, a heavy iron instrument that seemed to drag her wrist into the parchment. She was thirty-two years old, and for the first time in her life, she was not the daughter of the toll keeper, but a woman signing away the last of her family’s name to keep the wolves from her brother’s door. The...
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