The Empress Who Balanced the Ledger
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Dawn. The ministers came to bury the famine under fresh arithmetic. They did not expect the clerk to be waiting for them.
The gate weighed the wagons. The ledger swore they were empty. The difference — grain that existed and then didn't — had to go somewhere. I only had to add it up out loud.
Half the palace guard answered the throne. Half answered the man who fed them. In a famine, loyalty follows the grain.
The strong-room was empty. Swept clean in a single night. And where the stolen grain's ledgers had been, someone had left one book open — every damning figure copied out in my own hand.
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