The Wistful Witness

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The ink was still wet on the page when Arthur Vane lifted the quill, his hand trembling not from cold but from the sheer weight of the paper beneath it. He had traveled three hundred miles by rail to the siding at Kestrel’s Bend, a place where the tracks ended in a heap of rusted iron and the air tasted of coal dust and wet iron. The company had sent him to audit the final ledger of Elias...

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