The Wistful Skyline

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The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages slick with a wetness that did not smell of rain or spilled coffee, but of old, dried blood. Arthur Vane held a quill in his right hand, the nib hovering a fraction of an inch above the paper, while his left hand pressed flat against the wood to keep the book from sliding. The light in the assessor’s office was thin and gray, filtering through the high...

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