The Distant Legend
The count began with the bales. There were forty-two sacks of raw cotton in the warehouse, and by the time Elara Vane had finished her morning inspection, three of them had turned to a damp, black sludge that smelled of wet wool and old iron. She stood in the center of the aisle, her ledger open in her hand, and watched the stain spread across the floorboards with the slow, inevitable patience...
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