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The ledger held forty-two entries, each one a measured weight of failure, and Elias Thorne ran his finger down the column of dried blood samples to ensure the ink had set before he could present the data to the High Council. He stood in the nave of the Weeping Spire, the air thick with the metallic tang of old iron and the damp, fungal scent of limestone weeping through the mortar, while the...
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