The Pale Tale
The letter lay on the blotter, its seal broken, the ink still damp enough to smudge under Arthur Vane’s thumb. It was a standard notice of inquiry, but the weight of the paper felt excessive, as if the words themselves had mass. Arthur adjusted his spectacles, the brass rims cold against his cheekbones, and read the name of the man who had written it: Silas Thorne, Foreman. The message was...
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