The Wistful Voyage

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The ink had not dried, Arthur, and you knew it, you knew it because the paper was still warm from the radiator’s breath, yet the blot was spreading, a dark, wet eye staring up at him from the ledger. “Explain that to me,” Mr. Gable said. He did not raise his voice. He rarely did. His voice was the dry rustle of files being shuffled, a sound that had defined the last twenty years of Arthur...

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