The Distant Legend
Chapter One "You are under arrest for the evasion of tribute, a sum of forty silver marks, deducted from the estate of your late father." The clerk’s voice was flat, a dry rattle like pewter set down on oak. I stood in the chart room of the tax office, the air thick with the humidity that swells every door in this valley, and watched Davit’s hands shake as he signed the receipt. He had...
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