The Wistful Silence

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The ink on the ledger page was still wet when you asked him where the money went, and Lord Vane did not look up from his pipe, which was a thick clay thing that smelled of burnt tobacco and old earth. "You are asking the wrong question, Mr. Thorne," he said, his voice soft as the dust that settled on the velvet drapes of his study, "because the money did not go anywhere. It is already here."...

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