The Wistful Skyline

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2026-08-23 13:19:51 -

The ink on the letter was still wet, smelling of iron and damp cellar stone. Arthur Vane held the parchment in his trembling hand, the paper cold against his palm, while the gas lamp in the corner of the room flickered in a rhythm that matched the arrhythmia in his chest. He was forty years old, a number that felt less like a milestone and more like a countdown, and he had come to Oakhaven in...

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