The Pale Dance
The letter lay on the oak desk, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the particular stiffness of cold November. Arthur Vane read the directive from Lord Halloway twice, his eyes tracing the precise, bureaucratic language that stripped away any nuance of doubt. He was to inspect the estate of Blackwood Manor, a property Halloway had acquired for a fraction of its value, and certify its...
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