The Golden Visit
The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages swollen with damp, the ink of the last entry still wet and black as a bruise. Elias Vane, twelve years old and stiff in his buttoned coat, watched the numbers blur before him, the sum of his father’s debts stretching out like a road that ended in a cliff. His father, Arthur, lay in the next room, a hollow shape beneath the quilt, his breathing a dry...
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