The Distant Summer

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The ledger had four hundred and twelve pages, and Elara counted them twice, her thumb dragging the dry, gritted edge of the vellum to ensure none were loose, because the pension board required a perfect spine for a perfect record. It was November in the city, the air inside the archive thick with the smell of foxed paper and the faint, metallic tang of the ink that pooled in the brass well on...

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