The Wistful Skyline
The ledger weighed exactly four pounds, three ounces, and two pennies’ worth of dust, a weight you had carried in your mind for twenty years without ever knowing the precise figure until you held the book in your hands. You stood on the platform at King’s Cross, the iron rails humming with a low, persistent vibration that traveled up through the soles of your boots and settled in your teeth,...
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