The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The brass clasp of the ledger bit into Arthur Vane’s thumb as he hauled the heavy volume from the wet muck of the Leeds yard. It was 1904, and the air in the textile district tasted of iron filings and stale coal smoke, a flavor that coated the back of his throat like a bad penny. He was thirty-two, and his hands, usually steady enough to balance a quill, trembled against the cold metal...

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