The Golden Downtown

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The parchment lay on the mahogany table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air, and I read the final clause of the deed with the cold precision of a man checking a ledger for errors, my finger tracing the ink where my brother’s signature had once been, a ghost of a mark that now felt more like a scar than a seal. It was the autumn of 1893, and I stood in the hall of the Blackwood estate, a...

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