The Faded River

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The Faded River

Vane. The summons cut through the hum of the steam engines, sharp and final. Arthur stood, his knees popping, the ink on his fingers still wet from the night’s calculations. He walked toward the office door, the floorboards groaning under his weight. "Vane," Halloway said again, not looking up from his ledger. "You are here." Arthur did not answer. He placed his report on the desk. The paper...

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