The Distant Ghost
The ink was drying on the ledger, a dark, viscous stain that spread like a bruise across the parchment, and Elias Thorne watched it with a detachment that felt less like calm and more like the numbness of a limb that had been asleep for too long, his fingers trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the arithmetic that had just been imposed upon his life, for the numbers...
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