The Wistful Silence

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The air in the Imperial Railways administrative hub of 1912 did not smell of iron or oil, but of damp wool and the particular, sour rot of stale paper, a scent that Elias Vane had come to associate with the slow erosion of his own dignity. He sat at his desk in the central archive, a sprawling labyrinth of filing cabinets that stretched into the gloom like the ribs of a buried leviathan, and...

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