The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ledger lay open on the stone table, its pages swollen with damp, the ink of the last entry smudged into a black bruise that Arthur Vane stared at until the numbers blurred into a single, indistinguishable line of ruin. He was forty years old, a clerk in his own family’s house, and the weight of the iron key in his pocket felt like a lead weight dragging at his belt, a physical manifestation...

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