The Faded Quadrant

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The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the moors into a bruised and swollen landscape of mud and heather. Within the high, vaulted hall of the Blackwood Estate, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old stone. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the water trace jagged, silver lines down the glass. He was a...

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