The Silent Epitaph

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The rain in Sussex did not fall; it drifted, a grey shroud that clung to the jagged edges of the Penhaligon estate. Inside the mahogany-paneled library, the air tasted of damp wool and dying embers. Julian Penhaligon, the last scion of a line that had once mapped the uncharted veins of the Congo, stared at the ledger on his desk. The numbers were a hemorrhage of red ink, a mathematical proof of...

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