This was supposed to be an easy scoop, but with magic, nothing’s never easy.
It’s not every day that a whistleblower shows up and drops a satchel full of damning documents in my lap. Photographs, audits, and reports, all showing willful wrongdoing by a major magical manufacturer; everything a journalist could ever want for a front page story.
Then the whistleblower wound up dead, and my easy work week was shattered.
Despite official reports, I knew he didn’t die in a workplace safety accident. What was less obvious, at least until I started digging, was how much fallout his death would leave behind. My whistleblower wasn’t just mixed up with mundane workplace safety audits, and if I can’t find who killed him, his death will only be the start.
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The following work contains depictions of violence, mortal peril, death, police violence, psychological distress, and mentions of self harm and terminal illness. Reader discretion is advised.
