The Distant Legend
The clock in the study ticked with a mechanical indifference that Arthur Vane found personally offensive. He sat before his desk, the leather chair creaking under the weight of his forty years, and stared at the blank page where the biography of the late Duke of Halloway was supposed to begin. His mind was a sieve. Words slipped through the holes before he could catch them, leaving behind a...
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