The Faded Road
The ink on the ledger page was not merely black but the color of a bruise that had set deep into the flesh of the skin, a darkness that did not reflect the light of the gas lamps hovering above the drafting tables but seemed instead to absorb it, pulling the eye downward into a void where the numbers swam like fish in stagnant water, and I, Edward Ashworth, sat with my quill poised over the...
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