The Golden Downtown
The metallic taste had returned with the first light of November, a sharp, coppery intrusion that Arthur Vane could not quite locate in his mouth. He sat at his desk in the dimly lit office of the Actuarial Department, the air thick with the scent of stale tobacco and the damp wool of his overcoat, and tried to ignore the sensation as he calculated the mortality tables for the newly constructed...
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