The Golden Quest
The air in the archive room was not cold. It was wrong. Elias Thorne adjusted his tie, the silk knot tight against his throat, and stared at the ledger. The numbers did not add up. They never did. Not in the way that mattered. A discrepancy of four thousand dollars, buried in the accounts of a subsidiary that had ceased operations three years prior. It was a ghost in the machine, a hole in the...
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