The Faded Apartment
The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and a debt that could not be paid in coin. You held it on the oak desk of the Ministry of Records, the leather binding worn smooth by decades of hands that had once been yours, now belonging to a Duke who had long since been reduced to ash and rumor. Your fingers, stained with the grey dust of the archive, trembled slightly as you turned the first...
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