The Golden Downtown

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The warden called my name from the corridor, his voice thin and reedy, cutting through the hum of the ventilation fans like a scalpel through wet cloth. I turned from the ledger, wiping my hands on a rag that had already turned grey with dust, and looked up to see him standing in the doorway, his face pale under the gaslight, his eyes fixed on the open book on my desk. He did not smile, nor did...

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