The Golden Downtown

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The gas jet sputtered, a dry, rattling cough that seemed to come from the bones of the desk itself, and Elias Vane flinched, his hand hovering over the ledger like a surgeon afraid to cut. "Vane." The name was not spoken aloud, but it hung in the stagnant air of the office, sharp and cold, a summons he had been expecting for weeks. He did not look up. He knew the voice; it was the voice of the...

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