The Wistful Voyage

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The ledger was open on the desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, but my hands were shaking too badly to hold the pen steady. I was writing the date, November first, the year of our Lord, and the fog outside the window had pressed so thick against the glass that the streetlamps looked like drowned eyes. I wanted to arrest Silas Vane. I wanted to take the badge off my chest and wrap it...

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