The Veil Between Us

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The fog had been thick since Tuesday, or perhaps it was Monday; Eleanor Vance had stopped counting the days that smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. From her room at the edge of Bloomsbury, she could hear the factory whistles down in the East End, their metallic shriek piercing through the low clouds like needles. She drew the curtain back with a hand that trembled slightly, not from the cold,...

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