The Distant Affair
The ink was still wet on the final ledger entry, the black pigment bleeding into the ragged edge of the parchment like a bruise spreading under skin, and my fingers were trembling so violently that the quill skipped a line, leaving a jagged white gap where the date should have been. I am Elias, forty-two years old, a junior clerk in the Archives of the Imperial Court, and I have spent the last...
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