The Distant Blade
The Ledger whispered when Elias Thorne was hungry. It was a low, dry sound, like the rustle of dead leaves skittering across a grave. Elias sat at his desk in the Ministry of Records, the fluorescent lights humming their sickly tune above him, and stared at the leather-bound book. It was the Silent Ledger. No one else could hear it. He had checked. He had knocked on the door of the next office,...
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