The Distant Promise
The leather binding of the ledger was soft, worn to the texture of old skin, and it weighed four pounds in Grace Trenchard’s left hand. She stood in the center of the glass atrium, the air conditioning humming a low, sterile note that vibrated in her molars. Around her, the partners of Halloway & Associates moved in clusters, their laughter sharp and bright as breaking glass, their champagne...
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