The Wistful Voyage
The letter lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the office, a document that smelled faintly of iron and old paper. Arthur Vane read it for the third time, his fingers tracing the indented letters that denied his request for a senior clerkship, citing his "unstable temperament" and the "disruptive presence" of the fog that only he could see. He folded the paper with the...
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