The Golden Harbor
The ledger on your desk weighs three pounds, four ounces, and the ink in the well has the consistency of cold tar. You count the entries for the month of November, 1893, your finger tracing the indented lines of the paper, feeling the slight resistance of the nib as it scrapes across the fiber. The number is 4,102. That is the cost of the whaling venture that broke your father, the debt that...
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