The Faded Road
The letter lay on the oak desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the archive room, the ink faded to a bruised purple that Arthur Vane had spent twenty years trying to preserve. It was a notice from the Board of Historical Custody, dated three days prior, informing him that his request for access to the Bradshaw estate had been denied due to "compromised cognitive stability," a...
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