The letter arrived in a manila envelope that smelled faintly of cellar stone and the particular kind of damp that lives deep underground, where light has never thought to tread. Arthur Pendelton-Clarke, forty-one, keeper of other people's memories at Sotheby's rare books department, stood in his Bloomsbury flat and turned the envelope over in his hands as though expecting it to shift its...
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