The Golden Visit
The letter lay on the mahogany table, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and regret. Elias Thorne picked it up, his thumb tracing the signature of Mayor Sterling. It was a polite dismissal. It was a firing. It was the end of the archivist’s job. Elias folded the paper into a small square and placed it in his breast pocket, right over his heart. He looked down at his waistcoat. The gold thread...
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