The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

The morning mist hung over the moor like a shroud that refused to dissolve, clinging to the heather and the twisted gorse with a tenacity that suggested the land itself was holding its breath in anticipation of a final, terrible exhale, while Dr. Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose spine had been slowly eroded by decades of hunching over microfiche and crumbling ledgers in the basement of the...

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