The Distant Blade

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The Distant Blade

Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his study in Mayfair, watching the rain blur the gas lamps of Berkeley Square into halos of amber uncertainty. It had been fourteen months since Helena left — not died, left, as though the house could simply exhale the shape of her absence and return to breathing normally. It could not. The study still held her in its furniture: the green writing desk...

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