The Faded Shield
The ledger is on the desk, Elias, and it is the only thing that matters, so why are you standing in the doorway with that rusted piece of scrap metal in your hand, looking at me as if I had just shot your horse? Inspector Vance did not look up from the ink-stained page he was signing, the nib scratching against the paper with a sound like a dry twig snapping under a boot, while Elias Thorne...
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