The Pale Verdict
The letter was gone. Elias Thorne stared at the blank space on the desk where the envelope had sat an hour ago, a rectangle of white paper that no longer existed, leaving only a faint, damp impression on the oak surface. He had sealed it with red wax, addressed to Magistrate Halloway, containing the proof that Arthur Vance had forged the signatures on the 1998 acquisition records, the very...
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