Mofuland would tell newcomers, with the deliberate mischief that had always been his charm: “You don’t have to believe in the ledger. You only have to use it.” Most left with a smile and a coin. A few returned weeks later with a folded note and a new lightness. That, perhaps, was the ledger’s true power—not that it changed facts, but that it introduced the possibility that facts might be rearranged.