The cupola of one of the old Boreham family holdings overlooks Horsingdon Wood - pale light glowing eerily from its single window.
It is from the elevated domes and minarets and of this and other such demesnes that James Boreham once surveyed the glittering expanse of the night sky, perhaps in the hope of discerning the occult secrets hidden within the black gulfs of space - or of communing with the inhabitants of those gulfs who might, for the right price, be disposed to disclose such secrets.
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