The Golden Downtown
The first three hours were spent counting the spines of the first edition volumes, a task that required the kind of sustained, dry-eyed focus that Elias Thorne had cultivated over twenty years of service to the department. He was forty-two, and his hands, usually steady enough to bind a crumbling folio, trembled slightly as he lifted the leather covers, checking for the sigil that had begun to...
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