The Golden Downtown
The invoice lay on the mahogany desk, its edges worn soft from being folded and unfolded a dozen times in Arthur’s hands. It was a simple document, black ink on cream paper, totaling three hundred pounds for the restoration of the St. Jude’s Bank facade, a sum that represented six months of his labor and the only thing standing between his daughter Elara and the workhouse. Arthur Vane, a mason...
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