The Wistful Throne
The ledger was heavy. It smelled of coal dust and old sweat. I held it in my hands as if it were a grenade. "Did you find it, Elias?" Thomas asked. He was leaning against the boiler room door, his face pale, his eyes wide with a fear that I did not understand. "I found it," I said. "Vance has been skimming. For years. It’s all here." Thomas shook his head. "Throw it back. Burn it. We have to...
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