The Distant Legend
The paper was damp, the ink smudged where Arthur’s thumb had pressed too hard against the ledger, and the smell of mildew from the floorboards rose to meet the stale tobacco in the air. "It is a clerical error, Mr. Vane," Halloway said, not looking up from his correspondence. "The supply line for the 4th Battalion is adjusted for inflation. It is not a theft. It is an accounting." Arthur stood...
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