The Wistful Petal
The letter from the bank lay on the steel table, its edges curling like dry leaves. It was a polite refusal, a final notice that Vane & Associates would be dissolved if the St. Jude’s contract was not cleared by Friday. Arthur Vane read it twice, the technical jargon of insolvency blurring into a headache behind his eyes. He was thirty-four, a man who measured the world in load-bearing...
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