The Golden Downtown
You are a fraud, and we all know it, so why don’t you just hand over the keys and let us be done with this charade. Mr. Thorne’s voice did not rise, but it carried the dry, brittle weight of a hammer striking a nail that had already been pulled. Arthur Vane stood in the center of the manager’s office, his hands hanging at his sides, feeling the unnatural pull of the object in his breast pocket....
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