The Wistful Voyage
The ink on the ledger was still wet when I signed it away. I am Elias, or I was, a clerk in the gray city of Oakhaven, and I wanted my sister Clara’s freedom. The debt she owed to Magistrate Halloway was not in coin, but in time, in the substance of who she was. The city eats memories to pay its debts, a rule as simple and cold as the cobblestones under my boots. I would trade my own. Halloway,...
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