The Gilded Abacus
ACT ONE: THE COMING The train pulled into Oakhaven at half past six on a Thursday in October, and Nelson Cross stepped onto the platform with a cigarette already between his lips and a notebook already in his hand. He had been a journalist once, back when newspapers still believed that investigation was a public service rather than a nuisance. Five years ago, he had written a story that got a...
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