The Pale Door
The ink on the ledger was still wet when Elara Holloway turned the page, the smell of iron and old paper sharp in the stagnant air of the study. She had come to the manor to retrieve the final account, the one her father had hidden in the floorboards beneath the Persian rug, believing that if she could produce it to Magistrate Thorne, the debt collectors would be forced to release her brother,...
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