The Distant Clue
The ledger held forty-two pages of debt, and Thomas counted them with the flat of his thumb, checking the dryness of the ink against the damp stone of the workshop floor. His master, Mr. Silas Vane, sat in the high-backed chair by the window, his head bowed so low that his grey hair brushed the leather armrest, breathing with the wet, rattling sound of a bagpipe left out in the rain. Thomas...
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