The Wistful Petal

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The Wistful Petal

The rain had been falling on the manor house for three weeks, a persistent and grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the wet earth of the garden and the cold stone of the walls, and in this endless deluge, Arthur Penhaligon sat alone in the library, a room that smelled of damp wool and the slow decay of old paper, listening to the tick of the grandfather clock which seemed to count not...

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