Fourteen Years and a Single Ledger from the Autumn Election

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“I was only doing my job, Pras,” I said, keeping my hands folded over my leather bag.

“You spent nights in that basement looking for the truth,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small, folded piece of paper. “I want you to have this as a personal bonus for your dedication.”

He held out the paper, and I saw that it was a personal continue reading …