The Distant Promise

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Zoe Dimitriou remembered the weight of the ledger in her hands, a cold, heavy thing that felt less like paper and more like a stone pulled from a riverbed. She stood now in the ruins of the tenement on the edge of the refugee quarter, the north light hanging low and yellow over the broken concrete, refusing to set. It was a light that never quite went away, leaving the shadows long and sharp...

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