The Golden Visit
The scale in the smelting hall ticked over, a mechanical heartbeat that Arthur Vane had counted for thirty-two years of his life, though he had only worked there for six, and the weight of the gold ingot in the crucible was precisely two thousand and forty grams, a number that felt less like a measurement and more like a verdict hanging in the humid air. He stood before the furnace, his hands...
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