The Faded Frontier
The ledger lay open on the kitchen table, its pages stiff with the damp of the cellar, and Elias Thorne counted the entries not with his eyes but with the tremor in his hands, each line a debt that weighed heavier than the grain it represented, until the number at the bottom summed to a ruin that made his stomach turn over like a gutted fish. He had been sheriff for twelve years, a time long...
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