The Blackwood Fragment
The first time Henry saw him, he was looking at his own reflection in a shattered window of a bombed-out shop in Covent Garden. The man in the glass was smiling. Henry was not. Flight Lieutenant Henry Blackwood stood very still. The reflection smiled wider. Henry's face did not move. He had spent the last three weeks trying to convince himself that what he was seeing was not real—that the...
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