The Iron Neighbor's Shadow

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, seeping through the cracks in Eleanor Whitfield's kitchen window and settling on the flour-dusted table where she kneaded her third batch of bread for the day. Three batches. Three attempts to make the numbers work. All three failures. Whitfield's Confections had been open eleven months. In that time, Eleanor had learned that London baking was...

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