The Pale Path
Hamish Strachan was thirty-two and owed the Guild forty shillings for the winter levy. The debt was small, but the decree was absolute. All pale-touched men in the valley of Kael must surrender their holdings by the solstice. I sat in the salt-pan settlement, the air thick with the brine of the river map painted on hide that hung above the barber’s two chairs. The mirror was cracked down the...
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