The Golden Maze
The hammer hit the nail. Hard. Dale bled. He didn’t stop. The wood split. The floor of the kitchen was old oak, dark and heavy. He was fixing it. He had to fix it. "Stop it, Dale." Mara stood by the door. Her face was pale. Her hands were shaking. She held a phone. The screen was lit up. It showed a news ticker. Red text. Moving fast. *Fraud. Embezzlement. Arrest imminent.* "Who?" Dale asked....
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