The Witching Hour Bride

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The fog rolled off the Thames like breath from a corpse. Sir Arthur Winslow adjusted his collar and stepped out of the magistrate's office into the November night. It was just past midnight. He had no reason to be outside—his shift ended at ten, and Mrs. Pemberton had already packed his supper and lit the fire in the grate. But he was outside, and he was walking, and he knew exactly why. A...

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