The Pale Verdict
The ink on the ledger was still wet when you realized the error, a dark smear that looked less like a mistake and more like a wound. You are Arthur Vane, clerk of the third tier at the Ashworth & Sons Coal Exchange, a man whose life has been reduced to the rhythmic scratching of nibs against paper and the cold, blue glow of the gas lamps. The air in the office smells of stale tobacco and damp...
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