The Wistful Witness
The ink on the ledger was wet, which was impossible for a document sealed in 1348, and I felt the dampness seep through my glove, cold and slick as a fish’s eye. I am Elias Thorne, senior archivist, and for three years I have tried to prove that the plague ledger was forged to protect my wife, Clara, who died before the city’s bells had even finished their tolling for the third day. The...
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