The Distant Journey

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The ledger was due on Friday, and Lucia Gentile’s hands were already shaking. She sat in the damp archives of the old customs house, the smell of wet wool and iron hanging heavy in the air. It was a Tuesday, and the light from the high windows was gray and flat. She dipped her pen. The ink came out black, but as it touched the paper, it dried red. It happened again on the next line. And the...

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