The Golden Myth
"It is denied." The words hung in the air, dry and sharp as the chalk dust that coated the floor of the office. Captain Halloway did not look up from his ledger. He was a small man, precise in his movements, his fingers stained with ink and the faint, permanent grime of old paper. He tapped a quill against his lower lip, a rhythmic, irritating sound that seemed to count the seconds I had left...
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