The Pale Shadows
The notice was pinned to the door of the bank branch, its paper brittle and brown at the edges, smelling of damp wool and old ink. It stated, in a hand that trembled slightly at the margins, that the currency had been reformed, and that all savings deposited before the first of November were now subject to a levy of sixty percent for the maintenance of the levees. I stood there, holding my cap...
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