The Golden Visit
The ledger in my breast pocket weighed precisely four ounces, a brass-bound thing that held the sum of my twenty-two years of service, which amounted to a pension of twelve shillings a week, contingent upon the collection of the outstanding arrears from the Miller estate. I had counted the coins in my palm a hundred times since leaving the station, each piece of copper and silver cold and hard...
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