The Distant Blade
The ledger was heavy, not with paper, but with the sheer, caked-on weight of twenty years of silence. Elias Thorne sat in the basement of the municipal library, the air thick with the smell of decaying binding glue and his own sweat, his fingers trembling as he held the ink-stained book of his late father. He wanted to publish a definitive exoneration, a clean slate for the family name before...
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