The Gold in the Gills
I found it in the sturgeon's stomach, and I remember the weight of it in my palm—heavy, golden, warm from the fish's body. It was a concretion, the marine biologist at the Field Museum would have called it, but I wasn't a marine biologist. I was Arthur Pemberton, twenty-nine years old, standing on the dock at Rock Island with a fish the size of a canoe lying on its side, its gills still...
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