The Golden Circuit
14th November, 1912. "You are looking at the numbers, Thorne, not the ink," Marcus said, his voice flat and stripped of the usual deference he afforded to senior clerks. He did not look up from the ledger he was balancing, the pen scratching against the paper with a rhythmic, irritating persistence that seemed to amplify the silence of the station. I adjusted my spectacles, the glass smudged...
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