The Distant Summer
The rain lashed against the single pane of glass in Arthur Vane’s office, a rhythmic, percussive assault that matched the hammering of his own heart. It was November, 1912, and the Union Mutual Insurance Company occupied the top three floors of a soot-stained brick building in the industrial district of Leeds, a place where the air tasted of coal dust and old paper. Arthur, thirty years old and...
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