The Distant Summer

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2026-08-25 20:07:20 -

The ink was still wet on the ledger page when I wiped my thumb across the line, smearing the date into a gray blur. My hands shook, not from the cold of the Mint’s basement, but from the sudden, violent weight of the fact I had just uncovered. I was Thomas Bradshaw, twenty-four years old, a junior clerk with ink-stained fingers and a father dying in a room three floors up. I needed that...

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