Chapter I
Chapter I Three Circles The sun had dropped low, painting the central plains in bruised oranges and long purple shadows when Astram finally spotted the only building for miles that wasn’t a ruined shepherd’s hut or a wind-gnawed barn. A low, timber-and-thatch place crouched beside the lonely road like a tired dog. No signboard hung above the door, no painted rose, nothing so obvious. Just a fad…
