The Wistful Campus
The clock in the hallway of the Whitmore estate had not kept time for three years, its pendulum a frozen weight of brass and dust, yet Arthur Penhaligon checked it every morning with the rigid discipline of a man waiting for a verdict. It was a large house, built in the late Victorian era when the ironworks in the valley below were still churning out enough smoke to grey out the morning sun,...
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