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Chapter Thirty One

‘A ledger,’ I said aloud. I sat down on my chair and turned each page slowly. These were accounts. Alright, the 17-1800s meant rich men were into gambling and horses. Well, I think that is. So this must be all about that. So far, I couldn’t find any gambling debts, but there were transactions of more »

Chapter Twenty Two

‘Argh,’ I groaned, as I attempted to move my aching body. Bright light lit the room, painful to the eye. I blinked several times and pulled myself up. Trying to find my bearings, I immediately thought of the previous event. I began looking around, quick steps from one end of the room to the other. more »