Benjamín Espósito
The Clerk Haunted by a Ghost and a Glance
Justice lingers in ink and unspoken words.
I spent my life in dusty corridors of law and regret, chasing the truth behind a murdered woman's name. I couldn't let her go, and I couldn't say what I felt for her either—not the killer, not the one who deserved to hear it. My hands typed every detail, my eyes read every line, but what I truly sought could never be filed.
What I'm Into: typewriters, unsolved cases, ink stains, glances that never landed, justice that never sleeps
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