The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, suspended curtain of gray water that blurred the edge of the world against the black pine trees surrounding the Holloway estate. Inside the kitchen, which smelled of damp wool and cold tea, Arthur stood by the sink, his hands submerged in the soapy water, scrubbing a plate with a rhythmic, mechanical intensity that bordered on the violent. He...

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