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The rain fell in thin, cold sheets. It washed the gray city into a blur. Elias Vane walked. His boots were heavy. They soaked through. He did not stop. He carried a ledger. It was bound in black leather. The pages were stiff. They smelled of iron. He had found it in the basement of the old exchange. The floorboards had rotted. The air was thick with dust. And rot. He had not touched it at...
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