The Distant Whispers

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The paper was thin, translucent even, and it smelled of old tobacco and wet wool. Elias Thorne held the ledger page up against the weak light of the alleyway, his knuckles white, the rain slicking his hair to his forehead. It was a list of names, dates, and amounts, and at the bottom, in a hand that was steady and cold, was his own. He had not written it. He had not even known it existed until...

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