The Distant Summer
The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces. Elias Thorne knew this because he had lifted it from the Chancellor’s desk three times that morning, checking the weight against the scale in his mind, a habit from when he was a boy hauling coal sacks for his father. He was forty-two, a senior archivist in the Ministry of Records, and his pension depended on finishing the final summer of the late...
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