The Pale Tale
The summons came not as a shout, but as the sharp, dry click of a pen cap being replaced, a sound that cut through the heavy, tobacco-stained air of the Meridian Insurance Company office on the fourth floor of the exchange building. Arthur Vane looked up from his ledger, his eyes adjusting to the glare of the gaslight that flickered above Mr. Gable’s mahogany desk. Gable did not look at Arthur;...
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