The Faded Quadrant

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The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, and two pennies’ worth of guilt. I held it in my hands, the leather cover cracked and stiff with cold, and I counted the lines of ink that had stolen the last of my father’s blood. It was a Tuesday in November, 1924, and the wind outside my study window in the old university annex was a thin, sharp thing that cut through the gaps in the plaster and...

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