The Faded Chronicle
The ledger showed four hundred and twelve hours spent pruning, three hundred and sixty pounds of woodchips sold to the tannery, and a debt of two shillings to the grocer for Elara’s medicine. Thomas Halloway counted the entries in the faded leather chronicle, his finger tracing the ink that his grandfather had pressed into the page forty years ago, knowing that the weight of the book in his...
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