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The year was 1920, and the world was broken. Jean-Luc Moreau knew this better than most. He had...

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The call came at 7 AM on a Tuesday, the kind of morning when Manhattan moves like a machine that...

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ACT ONE: THE COMPLAINT The file on my desk had a name on the cover and a number inside. Case...

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The fog of 1884 clung to the blackened brickwork of East London like a damp shroud. Arthur stood...

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I. The job was simple. The pay was not great. It was enough. Bill Mercer drove his Ford to the...

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