The Distant Summer

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The ink on the ledger did not dry; it breathed. Elias Thorne adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims pressing into the bridge of his nose, and watched the black script on page four hundred and twelve pulse with a slow, viscous rhythm. He had been cataloging the restricted archives of Blackwood Estate for three months, a tenure he feared was already on its last leg, for Lord Blackwood viewed...

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