The Wistful Mountain
The ledger weighed four pounds, twelve ounces. I knew this because I had lifted it from the crate at 6:14 AM, before the gas lamps in the basement flickered on. It was a weight that settled in the lower back, a dull ache that migrated to the knees by noon. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior archivist in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and I have counted every grain of sand in my life to...
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