The Golden Downtown
Thorne, you are expected in Mr. Sterling’s office at four o’clock, and do not keep him waiting, he said, his voice carrying the dry, papery rasp of a man who had spent decades breathing in dust and silence. I stood in the corridor of the Vane Estate archives, my hand still resting on the spine of a water-damaged volume of *Pride and Prejudice*, the leather slick and cold under my fingertips,...
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