The Wistful Letter

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The fire did not start in the hearth, nor in the chimney flue. It began in the ledger. I saw it first as a shimmer in the air above the desk, a heat haze that warped the inked lines of the accounts. Then came the smell, acrid and sweet, like burnt sugar mixed with ozone. By the time the flames licked the edge of the parchment, the entire office of Harrow & Vane was a tomb of silence. No one...

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