The Distant Whispers

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The ledger was open. The ink was wet. I stared at the column of numbers. They did not add up. Not in the way I knew them. Not in the way they should. "Again," said the Warden. His voice was like dry leaves scraping across stone. He stood in the doorway of the scriptorium. The light from the single candle did not reach him. He was a shadow with a title. "Write it again, Thomas. Cleanly." I...

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