The Golden Master
The ink on the ledger was still wet when Elias noticed the smudge, a tiny, dark star on the page that looked less like a mistake and more like a wound. He was thirteen, old enough to understand that mistakes had costs, but young enough to believe that if he erased the error with enough force, he could erase the shame that came with it. The air in the Whitmore & Sons Accounting Firm smelled of...
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