The Mink Trader's Ledger
Act I: The Breaking The bank letter came on a Tuesday. Tommy read it at the kitchen table, the coffee gone cold three pages ago. Fourteen thousand dollars. The number didn't mean anything anymore—money hadn't meant anything since the fur market collapsed in '31, since the trappers stopped calling, since the last mink buyer from Chicago packed up and drove south with no intention of returning....
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