The Faded Guest
Chapter One "To whom it may concern: The ledger is missing." The paper smelled of wet ash and iron. Anahit Dimitrov read the line again, his eyes tracing the jagged ink, feeling the cold weight of the accusation settle in his gut. It was a notice from the foreman, Kiro, dated the third of November. The rain had been falling for three days, a drizzle that soaked through wool and wool again,...
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