The Faded Dust
The ledger in Warden Aldous Blackwood’s hand trembled, not from fear, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the numbers he had spent the last three hours recounting, each column of embezzled funds a brick laid in the foundation of his own ruin. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak door of the warden’s office, his boots polished to a mirror shine that reflected the grimy,...
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