Weyward — Prologue: Altha

PROLOGUE

ALTHA

1619

Ten days they’d held me there. Ten days, with only the stink of my own flesh for company. Not even a rat graced me with its presence. There was nothing to attract it; they had brought me no food. Only ale.

Footsteps. Then, the wrench of metal on metal as the bolt was drawn back. The light hurt my eyes. For a moment, the men in the doorway shimmered as if they were not of this world and had come to take me away

from it.

The prosecutor’s men.

They had come to take me to trial.

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