The Amber Legacy

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The Amber Legacy

The rain in London did not fall so much as it seeped, a grey persistence that turned the cobblestones of Fleet Street into slick mirrors for the gas lamps. Arthur Blackwood stood at the window of his garret on Drury Lane and watched the fog swallow the street below. He was twenty-two years old, and he had been a gentleman no longer since the morning his uncle had handed him a trunk and told him...

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