The Wistful Skyline

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The ink on the ledger was still wet when I saw it. Not a stain, not a smudge, but a character, distinct and sharp, floating above the paper as if suspended in the air itself. It was the symbol for debt. I had spent thirty years in this office, balancing the books of the Holloway estate, my life reduced to a column of numbers that never quite summed to zero. My sister, Elara, had been the one...

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