The Gilded Clerk
The ink on the parchment was still wet, and Arthur Penhaligon’s hand was shaking. He was a small man, a gray man, a man who had spent fifteen years in the Colonial Office blending into the wallpaper. He was the kind of man people forgot while they were still looking at him. And that was exactly why the Circle had chosen him. Arthur didn't remember the moment he became the most powerful man in...
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