The Distant Summer

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The ledger line read: Salt, coarse, for the winter store. Balance due at the new moon. Liesel Lange stared at the ink, still wet, as if it might dry before he could act. He was twenty-four, a clerk bound by debt to the estate of Baron Von Habsburg, and the weight of that debt sat in his chest like a stone swallowed whole. He needed to buy a locket for his mother, a simple thing of silver, but...

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