The Distant Promise
Chapter One Who would steal a ledger that no one could read? Ljubomir Jovanovic stood before the Chief Magistrate, his left leg stiff and heavy, the limp a permanent tax on his gait. He was thirty-two, an archivist of the court, and he had not slept in three days. The charge was embezzlement, a crime he did not commit, yet the evidence was a book that vanished from the vault and reappeared only...
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