The Distant Affair
The ink on the page moved before I touched it, sliding across the parchment like a slow, black oil spill. I held my breath, the quill trembling in my hand, as the letters rearranged themselves. My name, Elias Thorne, dissolved into the wet fibers. In its place, formed in jagged, sharp strokes, was the name Julian. My brother. The debt was due in three days, and the Black Ledger sat open on the...
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