The Faded Alibi
The ledger weighed four pounds, a dense block of vellum and iron gall that Elias Thorne carried in his left hand as he waited in the antechamber of the Chancellor’s office. He counted the hours in the ticking of the wall clock, a mechanical heartbeat that marked the passage of time in increments of seconds, each one a small debt added to the sum of his life. He was there to sign a remission for...
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