The Wistful Saga
The key was warm. That was the problem, the only thing that mattered in the freezing rain. Hjordis Strand stood on the coastal road, her boots sinking into the mud of the dune country reclaiming the asphalt, and she felt the heat of the iron searing her palm. It had been twenty-six years since the tunnel, since the rock gave way and took three men with it, but the metal did not cool. It never...
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