The Wistful Voyage
The rain lashed against the single, grimy window of the Meridian Insurance Company’s basement office, a rhythmic assault that did little to cool the feverish heat of the audit. Arthur Vane, thirty years old and possessing the rigid posture of a man who had long ago forgotten how to relax, sat hunched over a stack of ledgers, his pen moving with the mechanical precision of a clockwork gear. He...
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