The Wistful Witness

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The ledger books were never meant to hold the weight of the coast. Ljubomir Ionescu, forty-five years old and smelling of brine and old sweat, stood in the breakroom with his hands clasped behind his back. He needed the pension. He needed it more than he needed air, and the only way to get it was to prove that Vane, the foreman, had falsified the waste logs for the last three years. The fog...

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