The Wistful Letter
The ledger is gone. You find the empty space on your desk where it sat, a rectangular absence that feels like a hole in the floor. It is morning in Oakhaven, 1893, and the air smells of coal smoke and wet iron. You are Elias Thorne, a clerk who has spent fifteen years keeping the books for the Vane Ironworks, and you want nothing more than to keep your job. The new owner, Mr. Vane, does not...
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