The Broken Ingot
The telegraph boy found Augustus Thorne on the corner of Broad and Wall, standing beneath a gas lamp whose flame shuddered in the November wind as though it too were afraid of what the night would bring. The boy thrust a yellow envelope into Thorne's gloved hand and vanished into the fog that rolled off the East River like steam from a locomotive's underbelly. Thorne tore the paper with a thumb...
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