The Wistful Mountain

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that clung to the windows of the university’s old anatomy building, blurring the world outside into a smear of wet brick and dying leaves. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the sink, his hands submerged in a basin of lukewarm water and industrial detergent, scrubbing at a stain that he knew, with the precise, cold certainty of...

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