The Faded Dust

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The Faded Dust

The ledger lay open on the cold iron desk, its pages brittle with age and damp, the ink a faded brown that bled slightly where the rain had seeped through the mill’s cracked roof. Arthur Vane traced the columns of figures with a finger that trembled not from the cold, but from the sudden, crushing weight of recognition, for the sums did not add up to theft, but to survival. He had spent two...

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