The Golden Master
The quarterly reconciliation report lay on the desk, its pages thick with the scent of toner and old dust, and Elias Thorne picked it up with hands that trembled slightly, not from cold, but from the specific, grinding exhaustion of a man who had not slept in thirty-six hours. He was forty-two, a forensic accountant at the Halloway Industrial Trust, and his entire existence for the last decade...
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