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The ink smudged on the first page of the town ledger, a dark stain that looked like a wound that would not close. You remember the weight of it, how it sat in your stomach like a stone you swallowed by mistake. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday; time had a way of slipping when the air in the Hall was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper. You were twelve, old enough to know you...
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