The Resonance of Forgotten Women

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Act I: The Wrong Frequency The bottle of malt was half empty, which meant it was early enough to drink again. Captain Harlan Croft sat in his study on the fourth floor of a building on Jermyn Street that smelled of tobacco smoke and worse decisions. His left eye—a souvenir from Rangoon—itched when the fog rolled in, and tonight the London fog was settling over the city with the kind of...

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