The Surgeon of Whitehall

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The fog rolled in off the Thames like a living thing, swallowing Whitehall whole. Arthur Pemberton stood at his study window on the third floor of St. Bartholomew's Hospital, watching the gas lamps flicker like dying stars in the yellow mist. It had been three years since Eleanor left. Three years since he became the most powerful man in London who would never be invited to dinner at anyone's...

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