The Distant Affair

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The ink on the deed was still wet when Arthur Penhaligon pressed his thumb into the wax seal, a small, dark circle of wax that smelled of tallow and old smoke. He did not look up. His hands were shaking, not from the cold, though the November air in the carriage was bitter, but from the vibration that had started three hours ago, a low hum that lived in the roots of his teeth. It was the sound...

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