The Distant Metropolis
The ledger had three columns: Date, Item, Amount. Elias Thorne stared at the ink, which had dried to a dull, flaky brown in the corners of the page. He counted the hours remaining in the day. Six hours until the ferry left for the city. Six hours until he could sign the papers that would clear Clara’s name from the debt collector’s files. He picked up the pen, his hand trembling against the...
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