The Mathematical Poetry of DOT

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The Channel fog clung to the hull of the launch like a lover reluctant to part. Sebastian Vane stood at the prow, his lace cravat damp with salt and something older something like anticipation, or perhaps dread. The island emerged from the mist in fragments: first the jagged teeth of basalt cliffs, then the suggestion of a manor house, then nothing at all, as though the island itself were...

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