The Distant Journey
The rain fell upon the city of St. Jude’s not as water, but as a fine, metallic dust that settled in the crevices of the cobblestones and clung to the wool of coats with a persistent, clinging weight. In the uppermost office of the Meridian Insurance Exchange, a man named Arthur Penhaligon stood before a window that looked out over the grey expanse of the harbor, his hand resting lightly on a...
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