The Golden Downtown

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The iron key was heavy in Maud’s hand, cold and slick with the damp of the cellar where it had lain for three days. She stood in the center of the archive room, a space that smelled of decaying paper and old dust, holding the instrument of her own undoing. Around her, the shelves stretched up into the gloom, packed with the lives of others, the deeds and debts of a city that had forgotten its...

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