The Distant Journey
The chandelier in the Sterling dining room cast a web of fractured light over the silverware, glinting off the crystal glasses that held the amber liquid of a vintage port, while Arthur Vane stood in the shadows of the sideboard, his body rigid as a plank, his hands clasped behind his back where the joints ground against each other with a dull, grinding ache that had become as familiar and...
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