The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The grain sacks weighed forty pounds each, and you had counted them three times before dawn. The ledger in your hands smelled of iron gall ink and damp wool, a scent that had settled into the creases of your fingers over twelve years of service. You needed to finish the census before the solstice, or the city’s granaries would lock their doors to your family, leaving you with nothing but the...

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