The Contract of Westminster
The Contract of Westminster I The coffee house on Berkeley Street smelled of roasted beans and old paper, and Eleanor Whitmore hated it. She hated the cramped chairs, the steam rising from chipped porcelain cups, the way the morning light through dirty windows caught the dust of a hundred conversations that had nothing to do with her. She hated it most of all because she was here to escape from...
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