The Distant Legend
The ledger was open, the ink still wet on the last entry, and Silas was laughing. “Elias, my boy, you’re reading the law like a scripture,” Silas said, leaning back in his creaking chair. The sound of his laughter was dry, like leaves scraping over stone. “The dye vats don’t care about your little pamphlets. They care about the flow.” Elias Thorne closed the ledger. He was thirty-four, a man...
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