The Golden Downtown

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My fingers were trembling as I pressed the thermometer against the side of the gold bar, the glass bulb clicking softly against the polished surface. It was 11:40 PM on a Tuesday in October, 1912, and the vault at the First National Bank of Chicago was supposed to be a place of static, inert value, yet the metal was warm. Not hot, not burning, but warm, like a cup of tea left on a windowsill...

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