The Ashworth Prophecy

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The fog rolled in off the Thames like a shroud drawn slowly across a corpse, and Edward Ashworth stood at his study window watching it consume the garden paths he had laid out three months ago, when hope was still a thing he possessed. The house behind him was vast and cold, a Georgian pile of red brick and white stone that had belonged to his father and his father before him, and now belonged...

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