The Distant Journey

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The ink on the ledger did not smudge; it migrated. Arthur Vane stood before the heavy oak desk in the counting room, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the table, the wood grain biting into his palms. He had been a junior clerk at the Halloway Textile Mill for twelve years, a duration that had worn the sharp edges of his ambition down to a dull, functional smoothness, and now, at...

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