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Eskild Fontaein should never have returned to his hometown. He could have stayed in the city where he was respected and admired, but no, he’d wanted to come home. And as the newly appointed town magistrate, the only way to be taken seriously was to be feared. Hanging a thief should fit the bill. He hadn’t wanted to do it. Wished he’d found another way. Sometimes, wishes do come true. Jaias Alvaldene, the scourge of Undcrest, madwoman, villain, thief, is dead. Well, not quite. It helps to have friends in high places, namely on the steps of the gallows when one’s about to be hung from a rope. She would have stayed dead too, if not for the town Magistrate who seemed so forlorn at her demise. What’s a good thief to do when a magistrate comes crying? When a young girl is stolen…
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