The Distant Affair
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the garden into a soup of mud and decaying leaves. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his study, watching the water streak down the glass, his reflection a pale, ghostly shape superimposed upon the weeping landscape. He was a man who lived in the past, a scholar of dead...
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