The Distant Summer

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The ledger weighed four pounds, six ounces, and smelled of damp wool and dried ink. Elias Vane counted the pages as he carried them from the back office to the heavy oak desk in the main registry, his fingers brushing the spine with a care that bordered on reverence, for in a town where history was carved into wood and bone, a book was the only thing that could be moved, hidden, or destroyed....

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