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The ledger was cold under Elias’s fingers, the leather cover slick with a dampness that had no business being there in the dry, heated archive. He stared at the entry, the ink faded to a bruised purple, dated three years before his brother’s death. It wasn’t just a record of supply drops; it was a confession. Major Halloway’s unit had encountered the residue first. They had found the white...
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