The Last Bodyguard

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Thomas Blackwood rode his battered horse-drawn cart through the London fog, the wheels creaking a mournful tune that matched the mood settling over his shoulders. At thirty-two, he carried himself like a man who had seen too much war and too little peace. The scar on his left cheek pulled tight when he frowned, which was often. The Ashworth estate rose before him like a ghost made of...

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