The Wistful Petal
The ledger in Elias’s hand weighed four pounds. He counted the entries twice, his thumb rubbing the worn leather cover until the skin there turned red. Three hundred and twelve guilders owed to the Crown. The debt was not for land or grain, but for silence. His father had spoken too loudly in the last year, and the Court of Whispers had priced that noise. Elias was thirty-two, and he had spent...
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