The Distant Legend
The wax of the seal cracked under Arthur Vane’s thumb, a sound like a knuckle popping in a silent room. He held the ledger against the chest of his father, who had been dead for six years but still occupied the space in Arthur’s mind with the weight of a stone in a shoe. It was November, 1924, and the wind off the moor was not a mood but a physical force, pressing against the windowpanes of the...
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