The Pale Verdict
The ledger had forty-two pages, and Elias counted them twice before he opened the first one, his fingers brushing the cracked leather spine that felt rough and dry under his touch, like skin that had been left in the sun too long. He sat at the heavy oak desk in the study of his late father’s estate, the air thick with the scent of dust and old paper, the silence of the house pressing against...
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