The Distant Promise
Chapter One Remy Etienne stood in the mud of the harbor, his boots sinking into the silt where the gale had rearranged the docks, and he counted the copper coins in his palm until his fingers went numb. He was twelve, and the debt owed by his father to the magistrate of Vael was four hundred livres, a sum that made the air in his lungs feel thin and expensive. The wind off the sea was not a...
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