The Golden Visit
The ink was drying on the ledger when the letter arrived, a crisp rectangle of cream paper that seemed to hum with a frequency only Thomas could hear. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of gray, industrial day where the soot from the mill district clung to the windowpanes of the Whitmore & Sons Accounting Firm, turning the weak sunlight into a murky amber. Thomas sat at his desk, a modest...
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