The Pale Tale
The pen was heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, a brass-nibbed thing that dragged across the paper with a sound like a dry leaf skittering on pavement. He was balancing the accounts for the Meridian Insurance Exchange, a task that required a steady eye and a steady heart, neither of which he had possessed in the last three days. The office was a long, low room on the fourth floor of the grey stone...
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