The Distant Journey
My hands were trembling as I weighed the first coin on the brass scale, the needle dipping past the standard tolerance for a pre-Civil War cent, a deviation that should have been negligible but felt, in the silence of the cellar, like a fracture in the world. I am Elias Thorne, an assayer of forty years, and I have spent my life measuring the purity of gold and the weight of trust, yet the...
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