The Wistful Letter
The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages thick with the weight of three years’ meticulous, if increasingly frantic, record-keeping, and Arthur Vane counted the hours remaining until the inspection with a trembling finger, knowing that each minute ticked off by the brass clock was a minute stolen from his chance to prove he was not the incompetent fraud his superiors believed him to be. The...
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