The Distant Affair

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The elm tree in the front garden had begun to shed its leaves in a way that defied the calendar, the broad, serrated edges curling inward like burned paper, dropping onto the gravel drive with a sound that was less a rustle and more of a slow, wet tear. Arthur Pendelton sat in the high-backed wing chair by the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the window glass, watching the debris accumulate in the...

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