The Golden Master
The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark, viscous smear that Elara Vance’s thumb had accidentally dragged across the entry for the harbor dredging contract, and as she stared at the blurred figures, the silence in the archive room, usually a heavy, protective blanket of dust and paper, seemed to thin out, replaced by the distant, rhythmic thud of the city’s machinery grinding against...
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