The Wistful Witness

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The ledger was not merely a book of accounts, but a gate, a threshold of wood and vellum that separated the living breath of the town from the cold, static silence of the dead, and I held it in my hands as one holds a grenade that has been pulled but whose pin remains stubbornly lodged in the mechanism, waiting for the pull, waiting for the release, waiting for the moment when the stillness...

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