The Golden Downtown

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The solicitor’s clock on the mantelpiece had ticked forty-two times since the last time Arthur Penhaligon checked the hour, a rhythmic, wooden thud that seemed to hammer against the silence of the library rather than measure it. He stood before the window, watching the autumn light fail, noting with the precise, cold detachment of a man who had spent thirty years auditing ledgers that the...

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