The Golden Visit
The ledger was warm. Elias Thorne held the spine between his thumb and forefinger, the leather yielding to a heat that had no business existing in the sub-basement of the Royal Mint. It was a dry, bone-deep warmth, like a fevered hand resting on a table. "Did you check the assayer’s column?" The voice came from the doorway. Master Assayer Halloway stood there, his coat unbuttoned, his face a...
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