The Golden Downtown

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Act I The heat in the East End did not break at night; it settled into the plaster and the bones, a physical weight that pressed the air down until it felt solid against the skin. I sat in the registry office, a room that smelled of damp wool and old ink, waiting for the light to die so I could work, though the work was not the kind that paid the rent. My name, Walter Quimby, was written in...

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