The Faded River

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The Faded River

The ink on the ledger was still wet, a dark smear against the yellowed paper, but Arthur Vane’s hands were shaking. He stood in the office of Mr. Halloway, the air thick with the scent of coal dust and stale tobacco, holding the false record of structural integrity like a dead thing. "This is a lie," Arthur said, his voice low and hard, cutting through the silence of the room. "The north face...

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