The Golden Harbor
The ledger had forty-three pages, and I counted them twice, the paper dry and brittle under my fingertips, a dryness that seemed to seep into the skin of my palms. It was a task of simple arithmetic, weighing the weight of silence against the weight of ink, and I found myself holding the gold signet ring on my index finger, the metal warm from the afternoon sun that slanted through the high...
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