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Eight Hundred Thousand Dollars and a Missing Name on a Ledger

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the bus stop, waiting under the shadow of a broad-leafed fig tree until the line fifty-one arrived.

The ride down to Central Avenue took twenty minutes. The neighborhood changed gradually, the tall glass towers of the financial district giving way to the low-slung brick warehouses and small family-owned shops of the Ninth District. This was the area continue reading …

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