The Wistful Letter

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Chapter One Ingrid’s fingers, blackened to the knuckle by the graphite of the ledger she was copying, stopped moving as the lorry outside began its endless, grinding reverse, a sound like teeth chattering on bone. She was thirty-two, an archivist in a city that smelled of wet slate and the copper tang of old blood, and she had exactly four days left to find the missing accounts before the...

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