The Pale Tale
The copper taste of old blood coats your tongue, thick and metallic, as you wake from a dream where the numbers in the ledger refused to add up. You are thirty-two years old, and the certainty that you have made a catastrophic error in the quarterly balance sheets is a physical weight in your chest, pressing down on your ribs. You want to prove your competence to Director Halloway, to show him...
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