CHAPTER 14: The Practice
Author: Ega
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Hugh Calloway dropped a thick, leather-bound file onto Tomas's desk on a humid Thursday morning. He did it with the specific, heavy weariness of a man delivering bad news he had already decided to be completely honest about.

"Reyes Family Printing," Hugh said, resting a liver-spotted hand on the edge of the mahogany desk. "Three generations on South Main. They're going under in slow motion, and the current owner is entirely too proud to call it what it is. I want you on it, Tomas, because you'l
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