The Distant Legend

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The ledger was open on the desk, the ink still wet on the last entry, and I watched the dust motes dance in the single shaft of sunlight that cut through the grimy windowpane. It was November in 1924, and the cold had a weight to it, pressing against the glass of the municipal building like a hand trying to force its way in. I am Arthur Vane, senior inspector, and I have spent twelve years in...

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