The Wistful Letter

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"Vance." The voice came from the doorway, sharp and thin as a wire. Inspector Halloway stood there, his coat unbuttoned, the damp of the November night clinging to his shoulders. He did not step inside. He did not need to. The sound of the wind against the single pane of the window was enough to tell Vance the temperature had dropped below freezing. Vance looked up from the desk. He was holding...

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