The Distant Whispers

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The ledger line, inked in a hand that trembled with a specific, calculated precision, read: One vial, nightshade tincture, for the King’s wasting; cost, three crowns; status, unverified. Chapter One Leif Isdahl woke with the taste of iron and crushed glass in his mouth, a sensation so physical it felt less like a dream and more like a bruise forming in the soft tissue of his jaw. He lay in the...

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