The Pale Bonsai
14 October 1912 The leather of the journal is cold against my palm, a weight that has settled into the muscle of my hand over ten years of service. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a constable in Oakhaven, and I have not written a word in this book for three days. Magistrate Vane promised me the title of Inspector, a promotion that would secure my future, but only if I solved the Ghost Ledger...
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