The Distant Journey
The ledger in Elias Thorne’s hand weighed precisely two pounds and four ounces, a fact he had verified three times before closing the cover, the brass clasp biting into his thumb with a dull, metallic persistence. He stood in the center of the station house, the floorboards creaking under the shift of his weight, while outside the window the town of Oakhaven lay still under a sky the color of...
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