The Distant Journey
The ledger was not where the index said it was, and the silence in the room was so thick it felt like wet wool pressed against my eardrums. “Did you find the Thorne accounts, Arthur?” I looked up from the desk, my fingers still buried in the dust of the filing cabinet, the grit working into the cuts on my thumbs. “Not yet, Mr. Sterling. The index is a lie, as usual. The files are stacked by...
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