The Golden Suspect
The ledger discrepancy had been flagged in the margin of page four hundred and twelve, a smudge of ink that looked less like an error and more like a bruise forming under the skin of the paper. Fatima Mahfouz, thirty-two, a clerk in the Imperial Archive whose student debt was older than her career, sat before the desk with the damp corner of the library pressing against her shoulder blades, the...
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