The Distant Nightmare

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The ink in the ledger bled when I touched it, a slow, rust-colored seep that stained my thumb like a fresh bruise. I sat alone in the cramped office of the Northern Railway, the year 1912 pressing against the frosted glass windows like a hungry animal, and I tried to make sense of the fraud investigation that had swallowed my life whole. My name, Elias Vane, was printed in red on the header of...

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