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out the ledger.
It landed on the table with a heavy thud that seemed to echo in the expensive room.
Thorne looked at it. He looked at Sterling, who had positioned himself by the door like a guard. Both men wore expressions of confusion mixed with contempt.
“What is that?” Thorne asked.
“History,” I said. “The kind you can’t delete with a keystroke.”
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