The Wistful Voyage
The ledger weighed four pounds, two ounces, and Arthur Vane knew the exact weight of every page because he had held it in his hands for three days straight, counting the entries, weighing the ink, measuring the silence that sat in his chest like a stone. He was thirty years old, a junior clerk at the Meridian Insurance Exchange, and he wanted the promotion that was his by right, a right earned...
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