The Ledger of Second Chances
The fog pressed against the windowpanes like a living thing, gray fingers testing every crack for a way in. Edward Ashworth sat in his study on the fourth floor of a Kensington townhouse that cost more per month than his father had earned in a lifetime. The gas lamps on the street below cast amber pools through the London smog, and somewhere in the distance a church bell tolled midnight. He...
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