The Faded Photograph

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The house did not simply stand on the hill; it clung to it, a skeletal thing of limestone and slate that had wept its plaster away over decades of unyielding wind. Arthur Penhaligon sat in the study, a room so small and so full of books that the air itself seemed to have turned into ink and dust, thick with the scent of decaying paper and the damp earth that seeped through the foundation. He...

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