The Silver

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The Silver

Ray sat on the bench in the antechamber and watched Dale count the bars for the third time. Dale's hands moved the same way they always did—slow, methodical, like he was trying to convince himself the numbers would be different this time. They weren't. They never were. "Five hundred short," Dale said. "Or five hundred extra," Ray said. Dale looked up. His face was the color of old paper. He was...

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