The Pale Echo
The letter from the Metropolitan Police Commissioner was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of lavender water and stale tobacco. Arthur Vance held it under the gaslight in his office, the paper trembling slightly not from fear, but from the cold that had seeped into his bones over the last three nights. It confirmed the bonus: two hundred pounds, payable upon the closure of the case...
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