The Wistful Skyline
"Put the ledger on the desk, Magnus. Now." I placed the book on the scarred oak, the leather cover cold and slick under my palm. Elise stood by the window, her arms crossed, watching the haze swallow the far shore of the fjord. The tide was low, and we could hear the water dragging against the pilings through the plaster walls, a rhythmic, muddy sound that never stopped. "You found the...
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