The Distant Journey
The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages swollen with the damp of the November fog that seeped through the single-pane windows of the City Hall archive, and Elara Vane read the entry for the month of October with a dread that felt less like fear and more like the dull ache of a bruise being pressed. The line item for "Structural Integrity Review, Sector Four" was struck through in...
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