The Golden Greenhouse

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The ledger weighed four pounds, three ounces, and the smell of it was like old pennies mixed with wet ash. Elias Thorne, forty-two, municipal clerk, held the book open on the mahogany desk, his fingers trembling not from cold but from the heat radiating off the page. He had counted the hours of service required for his pension: twenty-two years, four months, and six days, a sum that should have...

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