The Distant Promise

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The rain fell upon the glass of the great hall like a thousand small, persistent accusations. I stood alone in the center of the stone floor, my shadow long and thin against the polished marble. The air smelled of wet wool and ancient dust. In my hands, I held the ledger. It was a heavy thing, bound in black leather that had begun to peel at the corners. Inside, the numbers were not merely ink....

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