The Faded Attic
The audit report weighed four ounces, a precise and damning weight that Elias held in his palm as he walked toward Director Halloway’s office, the paper crisp under his fingertips, the ink still faintly wet from the morning’s printing. He had spent three weeks tracing the discrepancies in the orphanage trust funds, cross-referencing ledger entries against the actual disbursements, and the...
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