The Wistful Saga

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The Wistful Saga

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the eaves of the municipal offices in Harrowgate, blurring the distinction between the wet slate of the roof and the gray sky above, a pervasive dampness that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the building where Arthur Penhaligon sat, his hands resting flat on the cold steel desk, watching the condensation gather...

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