The Faded Guest

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The Faded Guest

The question hung in the air, sharp as the iron scent of the archive’s damp stones: who was the thief? Armas Rantanen stood before the ledger, his quill trembling not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the ink he was about to commit. He was thirty-two, a man of precise calculations and quiet dignity, and yet his hand shook as if it belonged to a child. The clerk, a boy of sixteen...

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