The Golden Visit
The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages white as fresh snow, the columns of figures standing like silent sentinels. You sat in the high-backed chair, the leather creaking under your weight, and stared at the number. It was not a number you could accept. It was a number that did not belong in the world of ledgers and ink, but in the world of dreams and dust. Outside the tall windows...
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