The Accounting of Souls

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The gaslight on Cedar Street flickered against the grime of a February evening, and August Porter stood at the window of his office on the fifteenth floor of the Porter Building, watching the carriages crawl like black beetles through the canyon of granite and iron. He was fifty-three years old. He had built a railroad empire from nothing but a single stolen ledger and a talent for violence...

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