The Faded Guest
The letter lay on the cold concrete floor, its edges yellowed with age, the ink of the accusation sharp and black against the brittle paper. Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and senior archivist at the Blackwood Institute, stared at the words *fraud* and *embezzlement* until the letters blurred, his fingers trembling as he held the only copy of the missing ledger’s index card. He had come to...
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