The Distant Summer

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when Halloway looked up from his papers, his gaze sliding over the top of his spectacles to land on me with the casual disdain of a man inspecting a stain on a carpet. "Provincial pedantry, Vane," he said, not raising his voice, as if the words were a clinical diagnosis rather than an insult. "You treat the figures as if they were sacred texts. We are in...

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