The Pale Verdict
The shredder’s motor whined, a high, thin keen that cut through the hum of the archive’s ventilation system, and then the paper went in, not with the deliberate feed Elias intended, but with the sudden, violent drop of a body falling from a height, the first page of the 1890s ledger tumbling into the teeth of the machine before his fingers could catch it. He stood there, the empty hand still...
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