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The worn leather-bound journal lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages filled with faded ink and cryptic notes. My …
The worn leather-bound journal lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages filled with faded ink and cryptic notes. My …
The phone slipped from Sarah’s hand, clattering onto the hardwood floor. The words of the banker echoed in her mind, …
The insistent buzzing of his phone pulled Michael from a restless sleep. It was his bank, again. They were threatening …
The flickering fluorescent lights hummed above, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Scattered documents spoke of unfinished business, each …
The phone rang, jarring Margaret awake. It was her sister, frantic. Their mother had passed away suddenly. Margaret’s mind raced; …