The Wistful Voyage
The letter from Mr. Vane lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry air of the office. It was a standard form, printed on heavy cream stock, but the ink on the signature line was a different shade of blue than the rest of the document, a detail that made your left hand begin to twitch before you had even finished reading the first paragraph. You wanted the pension. You needed it....
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