The Wistful Voyage

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The summons came from the shadows of the corridor, a voice that scraped against the stone walls like a file on rusted iron. "Vane," it called, the syllables dragging, heavy with the particular disdain reserved for those who have already failed before the day begins. Arthur Vane stood in the narrow hallway of the Imperial Textile Ministry, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and stale coal...

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