The Pale Verdict
The ledger had forty-two lines, and the ink on the last one was still wet. I counted them twice, my thumb tracing the indentations of the debt, the name of my brother, Thomas, written in a hand that shook as if the clerk were afraid of the number. It was a heavy sum for a man who owed the Crown nothing but his labor, yet here it was, a weight that pressed down on the spine. The throne room...
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