The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the glass of the highland manor into a sheet of static, a screen through which Arthur Penhaligon watched the moors dissolve into a mist that tasted of iron and old stone, his breath fogging the pane in small, frantic circles that vanished before they could settle, marking the...

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