The Distant Summer
The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages thick with the accumulated dust of a century, yet the ink remained a stark, aggressive black against the cream-colored vellum, a testament to the permanence of what had been recorded and the impermanence of those who had signed it. Elias Thorne, a man whose life had been reduced to a series of quiet, bureaucratic movements within the...
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