The Pale Shadows
The envelope was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of the damp wool Halloway wore on his shoulders. You held it in your left hand, the one that was shaking, while your right hand gripped the edge of the metal desk until the knuckles turned white. Inside was not the fifty dollars you had counted on, but a transfer order, stamped in red ink that looked like a bruise on the paper. You had been...
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