The Prophet in the Glass Cage
The Prophet in the Glass Cage The fog pressed against the manor windows like a living thing, and inside the third-floor study, Arthur Windsor sat motionless before a desk that stretched longer than the corridor outside. He was twenty-two years old, though his eyes carried the weight of a century. On the desk lay three hundred and forty-seven letters, each one a confession, a betrayal, a secret...
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