The Distant Blade
Arthur Penhaligon-Price stood in the back room of Thomasina Ellery's workshop on Abingdon Road and understood, with a clarity that felt like cold water poured into his spine, that he had been living inside a blade all along. The workshop had belonged to Margaux Duval-Lacombe for eleven months. It had belonged to Thomasina for three weeks before that. Arthur had never met Thomasina—he knew her...
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