The Faded Alibi
The ledger entry for the month of September was a simple arithmetic of loss, a column of figures that weighed more than the physical stone blocks stacked in the basement of the Royal Mint. You counted the hours you had spent grinding the granite, the hours you had spent staring at the tremor in your left hand, and the hours you had spent calculating the cost of Clara’s medicine. The numbers did...
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