The Distant Affair

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Marceline Laraque had not slept in three days, and the ledger on her desk weighed more than the debt she was trying to erase. The smell of the scriptorium was not of paper or ink, but of wet earth and old blood, a scent that clung to the back of her throat and refused to leave. She was the plantation bookkeeper, a role that had become a shackle rather than a job, bound by an entail that...

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