The Golden Harbor
The ledger lay open on the desk, its spine cracked, the ink of the final entry still wet and glistening under the gaslight. You counted the entries twice, the scratch of the quill against the paper the only sound in the study, while outside the window the wind stripped the last leaves from the elms. Fourteen names. Fourteen signatures required to authorize the execution of the smugglers who had...
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