The Distant Journey
The red ink bled into the fiber of the ledger page, a slow, spreading stain that Clara Vane watched with the detached precision of a woman measuring out poison, her fingers stained with the same pigment as she traced the discrepancy in the final column of Judge Arthur Vane’s estate accounts, a sum of forty-two thousand dollars that had vanished from the trust fund in the autumn of 1994, leaving...
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