The Golden Downtown

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The ledger had four hundred and twelve entries, each one a small, cold weight in my hand as I balanced the columns for the third time that night. The ink was still wet, a dark, viscous line against the cream paper, and the scratch of my quill was the only sound in the Grand Exchange beyond the distant, rhythmic clatter of the delivery carts outside. I am a man of thirty-two years, a junior...

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