The Golden Downtown

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The quill was dry. Elias Thorne held the nib between his thumb and forefinger, the metal cold and slick against his skin, and watched the ink pool at the tip, refusing to flow. Outside the window, the rain lashed the stone of the archive, a rhythmic, grinding assault that seemed to erode the very mortar of the building. He was forty-two, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the dust...

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