The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The rain fell on the glass roofs of the Palace of Westminster with a sound like the shuffling of dry leaves, a dry, papery whisper that had become the soundtrack to the last three weeks of my life. I stood in the antechamber of the Foreign Office, a place of such imposing, cold grandeur that it seemed designed not for men, but for the storage of state secrets and the cooling of ambition. The...

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