The Golden Maze
The ledger on the desk weighed precisely three pounds and four ounces, a fact Elias Thorne noted with the same detached precision he applied to the actuarial tables that consumed his days. He counted the hours until the autumn term began, a number that shrank by the minute, each tick of the office clock a small, rhythmic erosion of his remaining capital. He needed twelve thousand pounds to...
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