The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The ledger had forty-two pages, each one bound in leather that smelled of damp wool and old varnish, and I counted them twice while the light from the single desk lamp stretched long and yellow across the linoleum floor of the armory. It was a closed space, a concrete box buried beneath the main station, where the air hung thick with the scent of rusted iron and the faint, acrid bite of coal...

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