The Velvet Curtain Falls

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river mud. Arthur Winthrop stood at his study window on the fourth floor of the Windsor Opera House, watching it move through the gas lamps of Waterloo Bridge Street. His hands were clasped behind his back, the way he had been taught since he was six years old at the boarding school in Hampshire....

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