The Wistful Voyage

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The rain against the leaded glass of the study window was not merely weather but a persistent, rhythmic accusation, a drumming that seemed to originate from within the stone walls themselves, as if the house were trying to exhale a breath it had held for forty years, while inside, Arthur Penhaligon sat hunched over his desk, the leather of his chair creaking in protest under the weight of his...

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