The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The invoice was still wet with ink when you unfolded it, the paper soft and yielding under your thumb. Three hundred pounds. The figure for the funeral, the coffin, the plot in the cemetery where the grass was already brown. You signed it with a hand that trembled only slightly, a vibration that matched the flickering of the gas lamp in the corner. Lord Vane stood by the window, his back to...

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