The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The train rattled through the valley, a skeletal thing of iron and steam, cutting through the grey mist that clung to the hills like a shroud. Arthur Penhallow sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed tight against the seat in front of him. He was a small man, precise in his movements, with hands that trembled slightly as he adjusted the leather strap of his satchel....

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