The Faded Guest
The weight of the leather-bound ledger in your hands is precisely fourteen pounds, a burden you have carried since the morning train left the city, its spine cracked and swollen with the damp of the journey. You count the coins in your pocket, three dollars and forty cents, enough for a room in the mining town of Blackridge, enough to secure the position that will pay for your sister’s medical...
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