The Faded Paradox
"Did he really die in that bed?" Arthur Vane did not answer immediately. He stood in the doorway of the rented room, his coat still damp from the train ride, the weight of the wool heavy against his shoulders. Across the room, Dr. Halloway sat behind a desk cluttered with medical journals and a half-empty bottle of whiskey, his face a mask of polite indifference. "He died of pulmonary...
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