The Distant Promise
The check bounced. That was the first thing. Not the insult, not the cold in the room, but the rubber stamp on the paper that said insufficient funds. I looked at Silas. He didn’t look at me. He was looking at his hand, turning a coin over and over, the metal catching the light of the chandelier. It was a heavy coin. It looked like it weighed a pound. "Four thousand," I said. My voice sounded...
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