The Pale Banner
The chandelier in the Blackwood Mill banquet hall was a monstrosity of crystal and brass, casting a light that made the polished mahogany tables gleam like wet stone. Arthur Vane stood near the service entrance, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the board of directors toast their own success with glasses of sherry that cost more than his weekly wage. He was forty years old, his...
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