The Distant Ghost
The ledger weighed four pounds and two ounces, a precise heaviness that Elias Thorne had measured against the scale in the clerk’s office before the fog swallowed the town of Oakhaven. He counted the hours of his shift, thirty-two in total, against the number of forms he had filed for the Magistrate’s office, a ratio that had remained stubbornly unbalanced since the border skirmish ended....
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