The Pale Letter
The ink on the page was still wet when Halloway looked up, his face a mask of bureaucratic indifference that seemed to drain the color from the room. "You are denied, Mr. Vane. The institution requires stability, and your ledger is... compromised." Arthur Vane did not blink. He stood in the doorway of the Director’s office, the smell of stale pipe tobacco and damp wool clinging to his coat, and...
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