The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and a lie. I held it in my hands, feeling the rough grain of the leather binding against my calloused palms. The mist off the highlands was thick enough to chew, clinging to the wool of my coat. I had walked for three days to get here, to the village of Blackwood, to clear the name of a woman who was six feet under. Her name was Mara. She was my...

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