The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The brass ledger sat in Arthur Vane’s hands, its spine cracked and soft as wet bread. He held it against the cold glass of the office window, the November wind rattling the panes of the Meridian Insurance Exchange. Outside, the gas lamps on the street below flickered in the sleet, casting long, stuttering shadows across the cobblestones. Arthur was thirty years old, a senior actuary, and he was...

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