The Wistful Silence

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The ledger weighed forty pounds in Elias’s hands, a dense block of leather-bound pages that smelled of wet stone and old iron. He counted the hours he had spent in the crypt, three days and four nights, his knees aching from the damp floor, his fingers blackened by the grime of centuries. The debt was heavier, a number that sat in his mind like a stone in his chest, and it was the only reason...

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