The Golden Circuit

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The cough started as a wet rattle in the left lung, a sound like wet gravel shifting in a tin can. It was October 12, 1924, and the air in the master bedroom of Penhaligon Manor tasted of damp plaster and old wood. Arthur Penhaligon, forty-two years old and failing fast, sat up in the bed, the mattress springs groaning under his diminished weight. He wiped his mouth with a silk handkerchief,...

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