The Faded Photograph

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Chapter One Every man in this town knows the weight of a debt before he knows the weight of his own name. I am Arie Zeeman, and I stand in the mud of the courtyard, clutching a paper that smells of stale ink and betrayal. The High Steward, a man whose face is carved from the same cold stone as the palace walls behind him, does not look at the document. He looks at my hands, which are cracked...

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