The Wren of Whitechapel
The Wren of WhitechapelChapter OneThe gaslight hissed above her like a cat in pain. Eliza Wren stood on the steps beside the Thames, her bundle of clothes clutched to her chest, staring at the gap where her one pound note had been. She counted her fingers twice, as if the money might have multiplied while she wasn't looking."You dropped this."She turned. A man stood a few paces back, holding...
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