The Golden Master
Chapter One Usha Patel’s fingers were raw from the friction of the ledger’s binding. She was on the third page of the founder’s private accounts, her pen hovering over a line item that did not balance. The air in the archive room at the textile firm was heavy with stale paper and the low, constant hum of the ventilation fan. Outside, the spring flood had risen, turning the backwaters into a...
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