The Distant Legend
The ledger weighed three pounds, four ounces, and a debt that had compounded for forty years. I counted the coins in my satchel, turning them over in my fingers until the edges wore smooth against my skin, each piece of silver a small, cold argument against the heat of the road. Fifty years I had spent in the workshop, my hands stained with oil and the dust of gears, and now I was leaving for...
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