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Chapter 94: The Ledger of the Ridge
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2026-10-14 21:36:50Zara’s POV
The morning brought a brilliant, crisp sky that looked as though it had been scrubbed clean by the spring rains. By seven o'clock, the sun was high enough over the Ramapo ridge to flood the main room of the farmhouse with a hard, golden light. It caught every grain in the long pine table, every knot in the white-cedar ceiling beams, and illuminated the fine dust of wood shavings floating near the kitchen hearth. I sat at the head of the table
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HIS BEAUTIFUL CAGE Chapter 94: The Ledger of the Ridge
Zara’s POV The morning brought a brilliant, crisp sky that looked as though it had been scrubbed clean by the spring rains. By seven o'clock, the sun was high enough over the Ramapo ridge to flood the main room of the farmhouse with a hard, golden light. It caught every grain in the long pine table, every knot in the white-cedar ceiling beams, and illuminated the fine dust of wood shavings floating near the kitchen hearth. I sat at the head of the table, my dark hair braided tightly down my back, wearing a thick grey wool sweater over my linen shirt. In front of me lay a heavy, leather-bound ledger—a simple, unadorned book with thick cream pages that Santino had bought at a dry-goods store in Suffern thirty years ago and never used. Beside it sat a crystal inkwell and a wooden dip pen with a fine steel nib. For three generations, ledgers in my family—and in Luciano’s—had contained only three things: payments for silence, de
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