The Distant Whispers

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The page was missing from the ledger. It had been there an hour ago, tucked between the inventory of seized tobacco and the log of border crossings, but now the binding gaped like a wound, the paper smooth and blank where the numbers should have been. Elias Thorne stared at the gap, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the sudden, sharp clarity of the trap. He was thirty-four, with...

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