The Distant Legend
Chapter One She remembers the weight of the bronze razor in her pocket, the cold metal biting into her thigh as she walked the high moor toward the pleasure quarter, where the curfew bell had not yet rung. It is a strange thing, to carry a murder weapon for a crime of bookkeeping, but Dimitra Zafeiriou had no other tool to cut through the lies accumulating in the ledgers of the salt mill. The...
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