The Faded Dust
The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces. You knew because you had held it against the brass scale on the counter, the needle trembling as it settled, a small mechanical shiver that matched the tightness in your own chest. Three months. That was the weight of your tenure, measured in days, and the ledger was the only thing left to weigh you against. Elias, you thought, just Elias, the name...
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