The Wistful Letter

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The iron key was warm in Arthur Vane’s hand, a strange heat against the November chill, though the metal had been rusted brown for three years. He stood at the threshold of Blackwood Manor, his boots sinking into the wet turf, the weight of the constable’s truncheon heavy in his other fist. The order in his pocket was crisp, yellowed only at the edges, stamped with the seal of the County...

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