The Wistful Dinner

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The smell of wet ink and coal smoke hung thick in the air of the composing room, a suffocating shroud that seemed to press against Arthur Vane’s lungs as he stood frozen over his bench. It was 1912, and the winter rain lashed against the high, grimy windows of the *Daily Chronicle* printing house, blurring the city lights into streaks of amber and gray. For thirty years, Arthur had been a...

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