The Golden Visit
The rain does not wash the blood from your hands, it only makes the red slicker, harder to see against the grey pavement of the drive. You are not a man of violence, or so you told yourself when you took the commission, when you signed the papers that bound you to the estate of the late Arthur Vane. You are an officer of the law, a keeper of order, a man who believes that if the rules are...
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