The Wistful Skyline
The ledger did not dry, and this was the problem that had kept Arthur Vane awake for the last three nights, the ink on the final pages bleeding into the cotton paper with a slow, viscous creep that defied every chemical principle he had mastered in his twenty years as a senior actuary. "You are certain the humidity is the cause, Arthur?" The question hung in the air of the study, a cold thing,...
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