The Weaver of Fog
London in 1874 was a city of contradictions, where the glitter of the Empire was masked by a shroud of yellow fog. Edward had been born into the upper echelons of this world, the heir to a textile fortune and a name that opened every door in Mayfair. But on the eve of his twenty-first birthday, the doors were slammed shut. His elder brother, a man of polished manners and a hollow heart, had...
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