The Wistful Show
The silver brooch, a serpent coiled around a pearl the size of a walnut, sat in the center of Arthur Vane’s desk, its metallic surface catching the grey light of the chandelier above. He traced the cool curve of the metal with a finger that trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the persistent, low-grade ache in his knuckles that had become his constant companion since he had taken up the...
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