The Pale Letter
Chapter One "You look like a man who has swallowed a stone," said Inspector Macrae, his voice dry as the dust on the tablecloth. Hamish Wemyss did not answer. He sat at the head of the long table in the market hall, where the air smelled of roasted meat and stale beer. The promotion feast was in full swing, the noise rising in waves around him, but he felt only the cold draft that seeped...
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