The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train whistle cut the air like a knife. Silas Vane stood on the platform. He did not look back. His coat was gray. The wool was thin. It had worn away at the elbows. He held a briefcase. Inside was a ledger. The pages were crisp. The ink was dry. He had checked the numbers three times. They were perfect. The crowd moved. Steam hissed from the locomotive. It smelled of coal and wet iron. A...

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