The Wistful Crossroads

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The heavy oak desk in the study of the Whitmore estate sat like a sealed casket, its surface cluttered with the detritus of a mind that had long since stopped trusting the daylight hours, for Arthur Penhaligon had woken not to the grey wash of the early morning but to the suffocating, velvet weight of a recurring nightmare in which the walls of his marriage were slowly being consumed by a...

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