The Distant Whispers

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The ledger held three hundred and twelve entries, each inked in the same cramped, precise hand that had served the Crown for twenty years. I counted them twice, the parchment cold and dry beneath my thumbs, the smell of iron gall sharp in the damp air of the Hall of Justice. I was there to defend my brother, Thomas, whose name was written in the margin of the first page, next to the charge of...

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