The Golden Myth
The radiator clanked, a dry, metallic cough that echoed in the empty office. I swept the floor, my broom dragging across the dust, and found the pages again. They were scattered like dead leaves, the edges brown and brittle. My brother’s ledger. The proof that he was innocent. The proof that Chief Ashworth had stolen it. I picked up a fragment, the paper thin as onion skin. It held nothing but...
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