The Price of Protection

The air in the Thorne archives tasted of ozone and sterile paper—a scent Elena had come to associate with the slow dismantling of her family’s legacy. She had four minutes before the security sweep triggered an automated lockdown. Her fingers brushed the cold, embossed leather of a ledger fragment hidden behind a row of corporate histories. It was the missing piece, the smoking gun that linked the Thorne firm’s internal codes to the offshore liquidation of Vance assets.

"It’s a dangerous game, Elena. Playing detective in a house built on s

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