The Wistful Show

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The Wistful Show

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that settled into the wool of Arthur Penhaligon’s coat and soaked through to the bone. He walked the muddy track that cut through the heath, his boots slipping on the slick, black earth, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged before him. In his hands, wrapped in layers of oilskin and burlap, he carried the...

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