The Distant Clue
The ledger lay open on the magistrate’s desk, its pages spread like the wings of a broken bird, and Elias counted the entries with a finger that trembled only slightly, as if the cold in the room were a physical weight pressing against his knuckles. There were forty-two transactions recorded in the first column, each line drawn in ink that had dried to a color so deep it resembled the...
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