The Distant Affair
The frost had not yet melted from the windowpane of the study, a crystalline web that caught the pale, winter light and fractured it into a thousand trembling shards. Dr. Arthur Penhaligon stared at it, his breath held, his heart a tight knot in his chest. He was a man of books and quiet habits, a scholar of history who preferred the dead to the living, yet here he stood in the shadow of the...
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