The Faded Chronicle

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The ledger lay open on the workbench, its pages swollen with damp, and I counted the hours of labor I had lost to the debt. Twelve years of silence, twelve years of mending other men’s time while my own stood still, and now the arithmetic was simple enough to break a man’s heart: the chronometer was worth forty pounds, and the landlord wanted forty pounds by Friday or I was out. I ran my thumb...

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