The Pale Protocol
The ledger had weighed precisely four pounds and twelve ounces when Arthur Vane last carried it from his father’s desk, a weight he had felt in his wrists for twenty years, though the book itself had vanished from the shelf three days prior. He stood now in the kitchen of his rented room in Sheffield, counting the coins in his pocket against the cost of the train, his breath coming in short,...
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