The Golden Oath
The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of leather-bound pages that Elias Thorne held with a grip that whitened his knuckles. He counted the entries again, not the numbers, but the weight of the paper, the sheer mass of the debt that had settled into the floorboards of the parlor like damp rot. Outside, the wind tore at the shingles of the estate, a sound that matched the hollow ache in...
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