The Distant Legend
The ink on the ledger page had not yet dried when I saw the smear of it, a dark, viscous tear that looked less like an error and more like a wound opening up in the skin of the book itself, and I remember thinking, with a clarity that was almost painful in its precision, that this was the first time in forty years that I had truly looked at the work of my hands and seen something other than the...
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