Chapter 15 · free to read
Line sixty-five through line eighty-four. Dates running forward into the autumn. Sums entered in the first column and marked paid.
Sixty-four lines had been written by one hand. The twenty beneath them were not. Whoever had been keeping this book never once needed Cassius Vane in order to keep it open.
Forty miles east a judge was waiting to hang the last name in the book. Forty miles west, somebody's ink was still wet.
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