The Golden Visit
The coal fire in the smoking parlor had burned low, leaving only a bed of dull, grey embers that smelled of ash and stale tobacco. Elias Vane, twelve years old and trembling with a fever that was not physical, clutched the leather-bound ledger against his chest as if it were a shield. He had stolen it from his father’s study an hour ago, the ink still wet on the final page, the numbers...
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