The Distant Promise

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The ledger sat on the desk, its cover black and cracked, smelling of stale iron and damp wool. I held the pen, the nib cold against my thumb, while the gaslight flickered above, casting long, shivering shadows across the floorboards of the Blackwood Mill office. It was three in the morning, the hour when the steam pipes groaned like old men waking from a bad dream, and the only sound was the...

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