The Distant Journey
The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of cream paper and iron-gall ink that sat on my desk like a brick of cold stone. I had counted the entries three times, my finger tracing the rows of numbers until the ink blurred, trying to find the place where the money had gone missing. It was not a small sum, three thousand dollars, enough to buy a new roof for the mill or to send our son to...
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