The Last Questioner
Edinburgh, October 1887 The storm had been building since morning, though Arthur Pemberton had barely noticed it. He sat at his study desk, surrounded by papers covered in equations that no longer kept his attention the way they once had. The chalk dust on his fingers felt distant, as though it belonged to another man's hands. Through the window, the Edinburgh sky was the colour of bruised...
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