The Distant Crown
The letter from the City Council lay on the steel desk, its ink still wet and glistening like a bruise. Arthur Vane, Inspector of the Blackwood Watch, stared at the signature of Mayor Halloway, a loop of black soot that seemed to pull the air out of the room. The directive was simple, stamped in bold red type: CEASE ALL INVESTIGATIONS INTO THE WEIRING BELL. It was a command that tasted of iron...
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