The Distant Blade
Chapter One Who owns the wind that fills the sails? Sijbrand Willems asked the question to no one, standing in the drafty corridor of the harbor custom house, where the smell of damp rope and old ink hung heavier than the fog outside. He was twelve, small for his age, and his hands were stained with the grease of the lock mechanisms he maintained on the dying canal. The Chief Groom, a man named...
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