The Golden Downtown
The ledger had thirty-two columns, and Arthur had counted them three times before the light in the office shifted from the pale gray of early morning to the amber of late afternoon. He was fifty-two years old, and the number felt heavy in his chest, a stone swallowed whole. His job was to verify service dates for pension claims, a task that required a steady hand and a steady mind, both of...
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