The Distant Wound
The ledger weighed four hundred and twelve grams, a fact Elias Thorne had verified on the brass scale in the sub-basement before sealing the case. It was a precise number, exact to the nearest fraction of a gram, and it sat in his hands like a stone that had been kept too long in a cold pocket. He counted the pages one by one, turning them with the flat of his index finger to avoid the oil from...
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