The Last Ledger

- A MISTAK

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s something on her desk tha

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at her touch. It hadn't been here the night before. She remembered wiping down

except the janitor finishing his shift and Marcy from payroll, al

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ment were rare. Too many regulations, too much

under the flap and

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up the base

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to get out.

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