The Golden Song
The first thing Elias Thorne counted was the hours left until the quarter’s end: twenty-three days, seven hours, and forty minutes. He checked his pocket watch, a heavy brass disc that felt cold against his palm, and set it on the desk beside the ledger. The office was dim, lit only by the gas lamps that hissed in the corners, their light yellow and thin, stretching long shadows across the...
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