The Distant Nightmare

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I Gro Ryberg stood at the edge of the frozen lake, the wind tearing at his coat, and remembered the weight of the ledger in his hands. It had been three days since the arrest, yet the cold still felt like a verdict passed by a judge who had never looked up from his desk. He held the blank pages now, the leather cover worn smooth by generations of anxious fingers. The ink was still. That was the...

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