The Faded Guest
Chapter One Mhairi Sutherland had thirty-two years of age and a job that smelled of wet wool and rust, and she stood in the office of Mr. Vane, waiting for a signature that would change her life. The room reeked of stale tobacco and the damp wool of his overcoat. On her desk lay a ledger, its spine cracked and wired with copper tape, a repair she had made herself last winter when the binding...
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