The Faded Guest
The letter in my hand was not a summons, but a dismissal, and the ink had barely dried when I heard the draft from the East Wing. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the past six months I have been the only man in the Ministry of Internal Affairs who believes Arthur Vane is alive. The official record states that Vane, a clerk of modest rank, hanged himself in his cell in the autumn...
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