The Pale Verdict
The ledger lay open on the desk, the ink still wet and dark against the cream paper. Elias counted the coins in his palm, three silver marks, the exact sum required to settle the debt. He did not look at the door. He did not look at the window where the morning light fell in a pale, slanting line across the floorboards. He counted them again, one, two, three, the metal cold and heavy in his...
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