The Wistful Witness
The ledger sat open on the desk, the ink of the final entry still wet, recording the price of whale oil at a level that had not been seen since the war. So-hee Lee, the quarantine officer at the port, stared at the column of figures until the numbers blurred into a single, dark smear. He was forty-seven, and his vision had begun to fail in the way that old things fail: slowly, then all at once,...
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