The Faded Dust
Vane. The summons came not as a shout but as a dry, rustling sound, like a page turning in an empty room, yet it carried the weight of iron. Arthur Vane looked up from the ledger, his pen hovering above the column of coal shipments, and saw Lord Blackwood standing in the doorway of the clerk’s office. The air in the room had changed; the smell of dust and old paper was suddenly overwhelmed by...
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