The shelves weren’t filled with gold bars or stacks of cash; they were filled with thousands of leather-bound ledgers and cardboard archive boxes. This was the physical memory of the … Continue reading Chapter 55: The Ledger of Sins The vault was a stark contrast to the rotting mansion above, a pristine, climate-controlled room lined with floor-to-ceiling steel shelving. The lighting flickered on automatically, a harsh, fluorescent glare that illuminated the sheer scale of the deception.