The fog did not roll in that night.

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Clara Pemberton sat by the fire in the drawing room, a glass of sherry growing warm in her hand. The clock on the mantelpiece read half past eleven. Arthur had promised to be home by ten. Seven years of marriage, and on their seventh anniversary, he was late for the first time. She told herself not to worry. Arthur was a clerk at Harrison and Sons Shipping, and clerks often stayed late when the...

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