The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces, and smelled of iron and old sweat. Elian counted the pages, his fingers tracing the embossed guild seal on the cover, each number a small, cold weight in his mind. Twelve years old, and he knew the value of paper, the cost of ink, and the precise, terrible price of silence. Outside the window of the scriptorium, the fog rolled in from the harbor of...

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