The Golden Downtown

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The ink was wet, and my hands were shaking, but I told Mr. Halloway that the tremor was merely a spasm of the nerve, a minor inconvenience of the age, nothing more. He looked at me then with that particular expression of his, the one that had no name but felt like a verdict being read in a court where the jury had already left the room. He did not touch the ledger I had opened, did not look at...

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