The Faded Alibi
The ledger in your hand is heavy with the weight of thirty-four years of careful, quiet arithmetic, and you count the columns of debt not with a pen but with the cold, hard certainty of a man measuring out his own funeral shroud. You are Elias Thorne, a clerk by trade and a debtor by nature, and you stand on the cobblestones of Millhaven, a town that smells of wet wool and burning coal, holding...
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