The Golden Suspect
The Golden Ledger sat on the restricted shelf, its cover a dull, unpolished gold that seemed to absorb the fluorescent light of the archive. You were Elias Thorne, fifty-two, and you had twenty-six years of service behind you, a record of unblemished integrity that was currently rotting in your own mind. You wanted to clear your name before the mandatory retirement date in six months, a...
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