The Golden Quest
The ledger weighed four pounds, a precise and heavy thing of bound paper and ink, and I counted the hours on the clock face above the filing cabinet. It was eleven o’clock at night, and the office was empty save for the hum. I had been counting the minutes for three years now, ever since Clara died, and the sound had become as routine as the dust motes dancing in the single beam of light from...
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