The Wistful Witness

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The train slowed to a halt in the grey mist of Harrowgate. I stepped onto the platform, my boots sinking slightly into the damp gravel. The station was empty. A single lamp flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the brickwork. I had come to find Arthur Penhaligon. I had come to be his witness. Arthur was the town’s clockmaker. He lived in a narrow house on the hill, surrounded by...

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