The Faded Quadrant

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The ledger lay open on the wet desk, the paper slick with condensation, the ink of the figures blurred into grey smears that Arthur Vane tried to wipe away with his thumb. It was October, 1912, and the air in the mine office tasted of rust and stale tobacco, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He was forty years old, a man whose face had been carved by the same hard rock he...

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