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The Golden Echoes

The house on Harrow Lane had always smelled of beeswax and old paper, but to Arthur Penhaligon it smelled of waiting. Forty-seven years in that same Georgian townhouse, forty-seven years of polishing the same brass fittings, of straightening the same Persian rugs, of listening to the same grandfather clock tick out the hours in the hall like a metronome keeping time for a song nobody sang...

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