The Faded Paradox
The watch was silver. It sat on the table. "Did you take it?" "Who?" "Me. The watch. It is gone." Captain Elias Thorne did not look up. He polished his boots. The leather was soft. The brass buckle was dull. He wiped a smudge of dust. "It is not here," said Thorne. "Then where is it?" "Lost. Stolen. Buried." "Buried?" "Maybe." Inspector Arthur Vane leaned forward. His coat was wet. Rain dripped...
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