The Distant Garden

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The train rattled over the iron girders, a rhythmic shudder that Arthur Penhaligon felt in his molars before he heard it. He pressed his forehead against the cold glass of the carriage, watching the grey moorland blur into a smear of heather and stone. He was thirty-four years old, a junior clerk in the accounts department of a shipping firm, and he was traveling to the Halloway Estate to...

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