The Golden Downtown
The hammer struck the iron nail with a dull, wet thud, the sound echoing off the high, vaulted ceiling of the hallway, and Elias Thorne pulled the tool back with a grunt of effort, his knuckles white against the wooden handle. He was forty-two years old, an actuary for a mid-sized insurance firm in the city, and he had spent the last six months calculating the precise value of his own...
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