The Distant Affair
The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries, and I had checked them twice, my finger dragging over the ink until the paper felt worn and thin, because the weight of the numbers was the only thing that kept the fog from creeping into the margins of my mind. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four, a border warden in Oakhaven, a place where the stone walls do not merely stand but seem to inhale the...
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