The Wire Between Us
1925 The morning fog came up from the Thames like breath from a mouth, settling into the crevices of Crispin Street as though it had always meant to live there. Eleanor Mayhew unlocked the door of the exchange office at number forty-seven at half past six, her key cold against her fingers, the brass dulled by the touch of hands that had been opening this same lock since her father installed it...
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