The Pale Echo
The letter lay on the steel desk, its edges crisp and white against the gray metal, and Elias Thorne read the line about the "irregularities in the Q3 allocation" for the third time, his thumb rubbing the paper until the ink began to blur. He was forty-two years old, a forensic accountant who had spent two decades balancing the books for the Ashworth Group, and the weight of that single sheet...
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