The Distant Journey

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The rain had been falling for three days, a cold, industrial drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Whitehall into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight and the distant, smoky glow of the factory district. You stood by the window of your office, a room that smelled of stale tobacco, wet wool, and the faint, metallic tang of old blood. In your hand, you held the ledger. It was not a book...

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