The Pale Door
The crystal chandeliers at the Harbormaster’s banquet dripped light like molten gold onto the mahogany tables, a stark, almost violent contrast to the grey soot that clung to your uniform’s lapels. You sat at the edge of the room, your spine rigid against the velvet chair, watching the new Chief Inspector, Julian Vane, move through the crowd with the easy, predatory grace of a man who owned...
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