The Distant Whispers

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The ledger lay open on the wet table, its pages swollen and curling like dead leaves, the ink of the last entry smudged into a black smear that bled into the fiber of the paper, proof of the water that had claimed it, a record of debts that no longer existed, a proof of innocence that the mud had tried to erase. You held the cover with both hands, the leather cold and slick against your palms,...

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