The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The leather-bound ledger lay heavy in Arthur Vane’s hands, its spine cracked and smelling of damp earth and old tobacco, a weight that seemed to anchor his trembling fingers to the cold mahogany of the desk. He was thirty-two years old, a solicitor of modest reputation in the industrial sprawl of Leeds, and he had come to Harrowgate Manor not out of duty, but out of desperation, driven by the...

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