The Wistful Throne
The ledger on the desk weighed nearly two pounds of leather and ink, a heavy, unyielding object that Elias Thorne turned over in his hands until the calluses on his palms rubbed raw against the binding. It was the only asset of value left in the house, a record of debts accumulated over twenty years of slow decline, and the light from the single tallow candle flickered against the damp stone...
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