The Pale Meridian
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, a dark smear against the pale manila paper. You picked it up, the weight of it familiar, the texture of the cardstock rough under your thumb. It was from Director Halloway, dated the third of November, and it demanded a preliminary report on the newly discovered ledger before noon. You set it down, your hand trembling slightly, not from fear but...
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