The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

Arthur. The name hung in the air of the dining hall, suspended above the clatter of silverware and the low hum of forty voices, before it was swallowed by the crash of a wine glass shattering against the mahogany table. Inspector Arthur Vane did not look up. He was forty years old, a man who had built his life on the precise angle of a blade and the weight of a signature, and he was currently...

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