At dawn, the telegrams were gone. Only the scent of smoke and the faint impression of paper edges, like fingerprints on the day. Jay Bank walked away with his pockets emptied, a grin that suggested he’d won something he never wanted.
: 4/5
At dawn, the telegrams were gone. Only the scent of smoke and the faint impression of paper edges, like fingerprints on the day. Jay Bank walked away with his pockets emptied, a grin that suggested he’d won something he never wanted.
: 4/5