The amber leather was warm when Arthur first touched it.

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Not warm like something left in the sun. Warm like something that had been holding its breath for a hundred and fifty years and had just, finally, exhaled. The townhouse in Bloomsbury smelled of dust and dried lavender and the faint metallic tang of gas lamps that had been turned off decades ago. Arthur stood in the entrance hall, a duffel bag at his feet, and looked at the object sitting on...

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