The Wistful Witness
The ink is wet and the cold is biting, but you do not stop. You are Elias, a scribe of thirty-two years, and your life hangs by the thread of a ledger. The Lord’s demand is absolute: the accounts of Oakhaven must be balanced by the winter solstice. If you fail, you are not merely fired; you are exiled to the salt flats, a death by slow dehydration. You work by the light of a tallow candle, the...
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