The Distant Journey

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The stain was there before he buttoned his collar. A small, dark blotch of ink that had not been there when he left the house. Arthur Vane looked at it in the hallway mirror, then at his hands, which were clean. He wiped the fabric with a damp cloth, but the mark did not smear; it seemed to settle deeper into the wool, a bruise under the skin. He was forty-five years old, a man of precise...

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