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The ledger weighed four pounds, a specific weight that Silas Vane had carried in his saddlebag for the last three days, the leather strap biting into his shoulder with a dull, rhythmic ache that matched the throbbing in his knuckles. He counted the hours to Oakhaven by the angle of the sun, which sat low and yellow over the smokestacks, casting long, distorted shadows across the dirt road that...
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