The Pale Shadows
The envelope was thick, its edges stiff with the weight of paper that had been folded and unfolded too many times. I counted the seconds between the hum of the HVAC unit and the next, twelve beats of silence in the glass box of my office, before I broke the seal. Inside lay a single sheet of printout, the audit trail for the Meridian account, and beneath it, a note in Marcus’s cramped, slanted...
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