The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The brass nib of the fountain pen bites into the paper, leaving a scratch that smells of iron and old ink, and Arthur Vane holds it with a grip that has turned his knuckles white against the damp cold of the Ministry archive. It is 1912, and the air in the basement is thick with the scent of wet wool and the faint, sweet rot of decaying ledger paper, a smell that clings to the back of the...

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