The Distant Promise

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The rain fell. It fell with a heavy, wet weight against the slate roof of Blackwood Manor. The house stood alone on the cliff’s edge. It was ancient stone. It was cold stone. It breathed in the damp air. Arthur Penhaligon sat by the hearth. The fire was low. It sputtered. It coughed out sparks. He watched them die. He was a man of iron. His uniform hung on the hook by the door. The leather was...

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