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Silver bars. A bag of cut stones set in antique jewelry. I stood there for what was probably a long time.
At the far end of the cellar was a larger chest, separate from the others, its leather covering cracked with age.
I forced it open.
Inside were ledgers. Leather-bound, thick, the pages yellowed and fragile at the edges. I opened the first one.
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