The Governor's Autumn
The fog of London in 1858 was a living thing, a yellow-grey beast that swallowed the spires of Westminster and turned the daylight into a bruised twilight. For Lord Julian Sterling, the fog felt like a homecoming. For twelve years, Julian had been the Governor of the Straits Settlements. In Singapore, he had lived as a king in all but name. He had slept on silk, eaten from gold, and commanded...
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