The Needle of Westminster

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a shroud, thick and yellow with coal smoke. Elias Thorne stood at the window of Blackwood Manor's east wing and watched the gas lamps flicker along the garden path below. He had been in London for three weeks, and already he understood why the English feared winter more than death. It was not the cold itself, but the way it crept into the bones and stayed....

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