The Wistful Throne
"You’ll want the share certificate for the file, Catriona. It’s delisted, but it’s paper, and paper holds the weight of the debt." I took the slip from the tax assessor’s hand, the paper gritty and dry under my thumb, and tucked it into the breast pocket of my uniform over the hospital orderly’s scrub top I’d worn that morning. The room smelled of stale tea and the damp, mineral tang of the...
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