The Faded Dust
There are some rooms in old houses that exist only to be forgotten. Not abandoned—never that dramatic. Simply overlooked, their doors closed by habit rather than design, their windows clouded with a decade of London soot settling into the crevices of the sash frames. Arthur Penhaligon knew every one of these rooms in his aunt's Chelsea townhouse, having grown up visiting from Kensington, always...
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