The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing,
Chapter One The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, seeping through the cracks in the window frames and curling around Clara's ankles like a cat seeking warmth. She sat by the gas lamp, her打字机 silent for the first time in three years, and stared at the gold cage pendant resting on her palm. It had arrived that morning with no note, no sender's name. Just the little cage, wrought in...
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