# The Inheritance of Sight
# The Inheritance of Sight It was the autumn of 1924, and the light in New York had changed in a way that Asher Thorne could not quite name, though he knew it had changed. The city, which had spent the summer shimmering with its usual reckless confidence, now carried itself with a certain autumnal grace, as though it too had learned that the good things do not last and that this knowledge,...
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