The Faded Frontier

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The coat hung in the center of the room like a pendulum, its hem brushing the dust with a rhythmic, almost auditory precision that seemed to measure out the seconds of a life not fully lived, and it was this garment, this specific arrangement of wool and thread that had brought Arthur Penhaligon back to the estate, not for the inheritance, which was a matter of legal abstraction and distant...

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