The start of a story

Haral listened to the drums beating in the harbour below the tower window. The sound from the Mesmer ships started up every evening at dusk and continued well into the night. Before him on the hardwood desk rested the letter from the Mesmer ambassador, opened and discarded. Another demand for more access to his court. He sighed. Their game was doomed before it had started. Bergen’s history was littered with upstarts and would-be heroes who sought to conquer the small island state. All of them gone now – absorbed into the country’s insatiable bowels. More

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