The Distant Garden

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The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, against the high glass of the university library. Arthur Penhaligon stood by the window, his hand pressed flat against the cold pane. He was a man of books and quiet routines, a professor of medieval history who preferred the dust of archives to the noise of men. Outside, the campus was empty, swept clean by the storm. But he was not watching the...

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