The Wistful Letter

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Thorne. The word cracked the air like a whip, sharp and wet. I stood by the furnace, the iron poker slick in my sweating palm. The fire inside the grate was a hungry, roaring mouth, but the book in my hands was cold. The Whispering Ledger. Its cover was bound in leather so old it had turned the color of dried blood. I had been warden for three years. I knew the weight of every ledger, every...

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