The Golden Downtown
Chapter One "You’re burning the house down, Eugene, and you’re calling it heating." Chairman Broussard’s voice was dry as the peat outside, stripped of all warmth by the fluorescent hum of the solar’s glass office. Eugene Dantès sat rigid, the digital tablet in his hands warm against his palms, the screen displaying the golden script of his fever-dream, a cipher he believed held his tenure. It...
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