The Golden Downtown

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The ink had barely dried on the final column of the ledger when Arthur Vane’s hand stopped moving, trembling slightly in the cold air of the office. He rubbed his forearm against the wool of his sleeve, a habitual, soothing friction that had become as necessary as breathing since the dream began. In the dream, the sparrow was gold, solid and heavy, and it shattered against the iron girders of...

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