The Wistful Witness
The collapse of the east wing did not happen with a roar, but with a long, shuddering exhalation, a sigh of timber and brick that seemed to come from the earth itself, settling into the dust-choked air of the estate where Dr. Arthur Penhaligon had spent the last three years cataloging the silence. It was a morning of peculiar, flat light, the kind that strips the color from the world and leaves...
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