The Faded Alibi
The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries. Elias Thorne counted them twice, the pencil stub digging into the paper, the graphite smearing under his thumb. Three hundred and twelve lines of premium calculations for the Harrow Steelworks policy. Outside the office window, the November rain hammered against the glass, a rhythmic, industrial thrum that usually helped him think. Tonight, it...
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