The Alchemist's Long Shadow
The ledger books told me, with mathematical precision, that I could afford it. Five thousand pounds, drawn from the till over eighteen months — one hundred pounds at a time, disguised as clerical errors that would eventually correct themselves. The numbers were clean. The moral arithmetic balanced, if one approached it with sufficient rigor and insufficient conscience. Two hundred and twenty...
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