The Faded Chronicle

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The file hit the desk with a sound like a bone breaking. "Explain this, Thorne." Director Halloway stood over me, his face a mask of cold fury. The air in the office was stale, thick with the scent of old paper and cheap tobacco. I did not look up. I looked at the ledger. The pages were stained with water, the ink running in black rivers. "I didn't touch it," I said. "You falsified the casualty...

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