The Pale Letter
The ledger had three hundred and twelve entries. Arthur Vane counted them again, his finger dragging a thin line of dust across the heavy paper. Three hundred and twelve. That was the weight of his brother’s debt. That was the weight of the hammer that had crushed Thomas’s hand in the press. Arthur stood in the archive, the air thick with the smell of iron and old paper. He needed to change one...
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