The Distant Threshold

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The iron-bound ledger sat in my hands, its leather spine cracked and the clasp green with rust, a weight that seemed to pull at the tendons of my wrists. It was a small thing, no larger than a prayer book, yet it held the names of every debtor in the town, the debts owed to the Crown, the secrets that kept the peace. I had kept it for twenty years, first as a clerk, then as a constable, and...

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