The Lady in the Locked Room
ACT I: THE COLD WAKE The morning found her on the iron bed, eyes open, breath held, while the fog pressed against the windowpane like a living thing seeking entry. Clara Westbourne had been asleep or trying to be. Now she was awake and the room she lay in was the same cramped attic in Lambeth she had fallen into the night before, smelling of damp plaster and the laundress downstairs who burned...
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