The Wistful Saga
The ledger was short by four shillings and two pence, and Arthur Vane knew with the cold, precise certainty of a man who had balanced the books for twenty years that the discrepancy was not a clerical error but a wound. He sat in the dim, amber-lit office at the Meridian Textile Mill, the air thick with the scent of machine oil and stale tobacco, his fingers hovering over the column of figures....
0 Commenti 0 condivisioni 2 Views 0 Anteprima