The Distant Wound

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The Distant Wound

The coat was charcoal wool, cut with a severe precision that suggested a man who had no room for error. It hung on the hook by the door of the small, rented room in the provincial town, a heavy, dark thing against the pale, peeling wallpaper. Arthur Penhaligon, a merchant of sorts, though what he traded in was no longer clear to those who had once known him, stood before it. He did not put it...

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