The Screen of Shadows
The Screen of Shadows The fog clung to Kensington like a shroud on the night Eleanor Blackwood arrived at Arthur Pendelton's townhouse. Gas lamps flickered behind frosted glass, their light fractured by the thick London smog that rolled off the Thames. She adjusted her cloak and rang the bell, thinking of how strange it was that a woman should be summoned to a matter of murder before the...
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