The Distant Garden
The ink was wet on the ledger, and my hands were shaking, but not from the cold. It was the vibration of the floorboards, a low, thrumming hum that rose from the foundation of the bank and settled in my teeth. I am Gerald Thorne, Senior Audit Officer, Grade IV, and I have spent thirty years counting the days of other people’s lives, ensuring that the numbers balanced, that the debts were paid,...
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