The Shackles of Truth

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The Shackles of Truth The fog rolled in from the Thames at half past four, thick as wool and just as useless. Arthur Pendleton stood at his workshop window and watched the gas lamps flicker to life along the Strand, their light fractured into a thousand dying stars by the moisture in the air. He was a man of small proportions and large ambitions, built like a watchmaker — all precise angles and...

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