A Flicker of Light in the Dark
The rain in London did not fall; it persisted. It was a grey, relentless drizzle that blurred the edges of the red brick tenements and turned the streets into mirrors of oil and soot. In a cramped attic room in the East End, Clara lived a life measured in pennies and prescriptions. She was a woman of fragile health and an iron will, a single mother whose every waking hour was a battle against...
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