The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The hand of the clock struck three, and Arthur Vane’s fingers, slick with sweat, gripped the edge of the crystal table until his knuckles turned the color of old bone. The gaslight in the corner of the parlor hissed, a thin, reedy sound that seemed to scrape against the inside of his skull, while Inspector Hale sat in the high-backed wing chair, his face a mask of polite, empirical boredom, his...

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