The Distant Promise

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Clara’s fingers brushed the spine of the ledger, the leather cold and slick as a dead fish. She was twenty-eight, and the weight of the box in her arms felt less like paper and more like lead, a physical manifestation of the debt that had swallowed her mother’s house in Harrowgate. The Blackwood Institute did not lend money; it bought futures, a fact Dr. Aris had whispered to her over the...

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