The Wistful Silence

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The fog did not roll in; it arrived with the weight of a verdict, pressing against the mill windows of Oakhaven until the glass groaned under the invisible strain. You were thirty years old, Arthur Vane, and you had counted the days since your father’s death with the same obsessive precision you applied to the ledger entries that earned you your meager wage. The debt was four hundred pounds, a...

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