The Wistful Skyline

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the damp wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s coat and seeped into the marrow of his bones as he drove the old Rover up the winding gravel drive to Blackwood Manor. He had been summoned by a letter, the ink smudged by water, from his sister, Elara, who lived in the estate’s east wing. Arthur was a man of the law, a...

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