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The First Chronicle of Ripeheart the Red
In the low country, where the fog never quite lifts and the tavern signs creak with a patience that outlasts men, there walked a figure of some disrepute — broad of shoulder, brighter of beard, and possessed of a thirst that the philosophers might have called teleological.
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A serial in the old tradition. Low fantasy, high sentiment, and a protagonist whose virtues are largely self-reported.
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