The Faded Chronicle
The coffee in the mug had gone cold, a dark, oily skin forming over the surface, and Arthur Pendleton stared at it as if it were a crime scene. He was the senior investigator at the Bureau of Internal Conduct, a title that sounded grander than the reality of his existence, which consisted mostly of reviewing forms, listening to people complain about their superiors, and waiting for the next...
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