The Faded Road
The letter lay on the desk, the paper thin and cold to the touch. I read the figures twice, the ink smudging slightly under my thumb where I had pressed too hard. Three pounds, twelve shillings. That was the amount of the discrepancy in the ledger, a sum that did not belong to me but was now written in my name. My hands were steady, though the cold in the room had settled deep into my knuckles,...
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