The Distant Clue
The letter from the county clerk lay on the table, the ink still wet with the damp of the morning. It was a formal notice of debt, a sum of twelve pounds and four shillings for the medical supplies I had purchased without authorization. I stared at the figures, the cold black numbers on the cream paper, and felt the weight of my own negligence settle into my bones. Elara slept in the next room,...
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