The Distant Nightmare

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The bank statement lay on the desk, the ink still wet, a black scar against the cream paper. Arthur Penhaligon read the figures twice, the numbers blurring into a single, damning sum. The deed to the manor was collateral, and the deadline was three days. He picked up the box of packing tape, the label peeling off with a sharp, tearing sound that echoed in the empty study. The house was silent,...

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