The Wistful Saga
The ledger lay open on the oak table, its spine cracked and weeping a faint, damp smell of turned earth that did not belong in the dry, stone-walled archive of the County Poorhouse. Elara Vance held a magnifying glass in her left hand, her right hand trembling slightly as she traced the ink of a name that had no right to be there. Thomas Halloway. The entry was dated 1894, a death recorded in a...
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