The Faded Chronicle

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The ink in the ledger was thick, a viscous black that resisted the nib of my pen with a stubbornness that mirrored the trembling in my left hand, a tremor that had begun in the joints of my fingers three months ago and now lived in the small muscles of my wrist, making the act of counting the day’s woolen bales a physical struggle rather than a clerical one. I sat at my desk in the Millbrook...

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