The Distant Clue
The invoice was stapled to a yellowed receipt from a hardware store, the paper brittle as a dried leaf. You held it up to the fluorescent light of the station breakroom, the hum in your left ear a dull, persistent drone that felt less like a sound and more like a pressure against the bone. Three hundred and fifty dollars for "foundation stabilization and acoustic dampening materials," dated...
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