The Golden Mirror
The ledger had one hundred and forty-two entries, and Elias Thorne had checked every single one twice, the quill scratching against the vellum with a sound like dry leaves skittering across stone. He was counting the wax seals, weighing the ink density, measuring the wear on the parchment’s edge, all while the candle in his iron holder burned low, casting a flickering, nervous light over the...
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