The Wistful Throne
The letter lay on the wet stone of the platform, its edges soft and grey from the damp air. Arthur Vane picked it up, his fingers stiff and thick with the cold. It was a notice of demolition, printed in bold, bureaucratic type, stating that the Oakhaven Historical Society would cease operations at noon on the 14th of March, 1912. He read it twice, the ink blurring slightly as his hand began to...
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