The Distant Journey

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The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old mill town into a slick, black mirror reflecting the gray, bruised sky. Arthur Penhaligon walked with a limp that had worsened with the damp, his left leg dragging slightly as he crossed the threshold of the shop. He did not look at the clock on the wall, nor did he look at the ledger on...

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