The Golden Suspect
The ledger in Elias Thorne’s pocket weighed more than the rifle on his back. He counted the entries again, the ink smudged by frost, totaling the debt that had swallowed his wife’s dowry and his father’s farm. Twelve pounds, four shillings, six pence. It was a small sum for a man who had bled for the Crown, but to the War Office, a debt was a liability, and a liability was a mark of...
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