"It’s the Governor," she whispered. "The land deals. I have the receipts, but no one will touch it. They say it’s too long for the digital attention span."

"You’re shouting," Elias said, his voice like dry parchment.

Elias didn’t look up. He adjusted his spectacles and began to read. He didn’t read for the scandal; he read for the structure. He saw the gaps where the Governor’s lawyers had hidden the truth in legalese. He saw the emotional resonance Sarah had buried under her own indignation.