The Golden Oath
The audit clock ticked four hundred and twelve times before Elias Thorne’s pen touched the paper. He was measuring the gap between the Blackwood Estate’s reported assets and its actual liabilities, a discrepancy of three million dollars that sat in the ledger like a stone in his shoe. The air in the Meridian Trust’s top-floor office was cold, recycled through vents that hummed with a low,...
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