The Golden Mirror
Asim Tareen, forty-two, a falconer to a minor lord in a village that sat on the edge of the canal system, had not slept properly in three years, and the cold snap that had burst the pipes in the landlord’s house was a physical fact that bit into his knuckles as he stood in the mud. He held the fish-spear of split bone, a tool of his trade, though tonight it felt heavier than a rifle, the...
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