The Wistful Letter

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The mud sucked at Arthur Vane’s boots with a wet, rhythmic groan as he hauled the iron gate open. The hinges screamed, a high-pitched shriek that cut through the heavy fog rolling off the industrial canal. He did not look back at the town, or the smokestacks, or the life he was leaving. He was here to buy back a ledger. He was here to clear his father’s name. The air smelled of wet iron and...

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