The Faded Quadrant
The ledger weighed four pounds, two ounces, and three pennies’ worth of dust, a weight Elias had carried on his back for six days and three nights. He counted the steps up the gravel drive as he walked, each one a small, hard thud against the wet stone, keeping time with the heavy, wet smell of rotting oak and damp earth that hung over the Harrow estate. The house stood before him, a sprawling,...
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