The Golden Downtown

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The candle flame did not flicker, it hovered, a steady, unnatural blue that cast no shadows on the walls of the workshop. I was forty years old, and my hands, once steady enough to thread a needle with a spool of gold leaf, now trembled against the cold iron of the engraving tool. The commission for St. Jude’s Cathedral was due in three days, a contract that was the only thing standing between...

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