The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell on the slate roofs of London like a persistent, grey judgment. I sat in my study, the gaslight hissing in its brass cage. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the weight of what I knew. And what I could not prove. My name is Arthur Vane. I am a private investigator. A seeker of truths in the dark. Or so I told myself. The letter had arrived...

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