The Wistful Throne

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The ink on the ledger page was still wet, a dark smear against the cream cotton paper, and your fingers, stained black to the second knuckle, trembled as you aligned the edge with the ruler. It was 1912, the air in the Northern Railway’s audit office thick with the smell of coal dust and old varnish, and you were trying to prove that your brother Julian had not stolen the five hundred pounds...

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