The Pale Mist
The ledger of missing persons at the Ministry of Internal Records was not a book but a weight, a dense, leather-bound slab of bureaucratic silence that Arthur Vane carried from his desk in London to the train station and then onto the night boat to Harrowgate. He counted the hours of his journey with the same meticulous precision he applied to the filing of stamps, for he was a man who found...
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