The Distant Affair
The ledger was heavy, bound in cracked leather, and I counted the entries twice to be sure the arithmetic held. There were forty-two lines of debt, forty-two lines of credit, and one line that refused to balance, a void in the ink that seemed to swallow the light from the single tallow candle on my desk. I am Elias, thirty-two years old, a clerk in the ancestral manor of the Vane family, and I...
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