The Golden Visit

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The Golden Visit

The ledger sat in my hands, heavy as a brick of wet clay, its cover cracked and peeling like old skin. I held it up to the gaslight, the flame flickering in the draft that whistled through the broken window of the station house. The pages were thick, bound in leather that smelled of iron and stale sweat. My name, Thomas Bradshaw, was scrawled next to Silas’s in a red ink that had not yet dried....

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