The Pale Banner
"You are making a mistake, Mr. Vane. A profound, expensive, and irreversible mistake." The voice came from the shadows behind the heavy oak desk, where the only light in the room was the amber glow of a gas lamp that hissed softly against the damp air. Arthur Vane did not turn around. He stood by the window, his back to the woman, watching the smog of Ironbridge settle over the cobblestones...
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