The Velvet Spy

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The Velvet Spy

I. The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as old wool, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Edward Ashworth stood at the window of his Bloomsbury lodgings and watched it consume the street below, one lamppost at a time. Tomorrow he would go to Whitehall. Tomorrow his life would end, or begin—he was no longer certain which. The letter had arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with...

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