The Pale Verdict
The cursor blinks on the screen, a metronome counting out the seconds of your failure. You are Elias, twenty-four, a junior archivist in the glass-and-steel cage of the Meridian Tower, and you have found it. It is a discrepancy in the digital ledger, a single line item from 1998 that your father, a man whose name is synonymous with integrity in this building, supposedly committed as a clerical...
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