The Golden Compass
The ledger was missing. That was the fact that sat on the desk like a cold stone, heavy and unyielding. You had counted the hours since the last shift, four, five, six, until the numbers blurred into a single, grey smear of fatigue. Your sister, Clara, was dead, but her debts were not. They sat in the Ministry’s ledger, a line item in a book that no longer existed. You wanted it back. You...
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