The Distant Threshold
Chapter One Aoife Brannigan owed the temple granary four shillings and sixpence, a debt that weighed heavier than the stone claw fused to her left wrist. She stood in the mud of the Burren borderlands, where the limestone steps rose like an argument against the sky, her breath ragged in the greenish light that precedes a hailstorm. The magistrate, Cillian O’Rourke, sat on the bridge behind her,...
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