The Audit of Blood

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The rain in Manhattan didn't wash things clean; it only turned the grime into a slick, reflective mirror. Maya sat in her office on the 42nd floor, the blue light of three monitors illuminating her face. She was a forensic accountant, a woman who spoke the language of ledgers and looked for the truth in the margins of spreadsheets. Her father, Arthur, had been a titan of the hedge fund world, a...

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