The Distant Summer

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2026-08-19 00:47:47 -

The rain in London did not fall so much as it insisted, a gray, relentless curtain that blurred the edges of the city into a watercolor of soot and stone. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a heavy, deliberate pace, his boots striking the wet cobblestones of the Fleet Street with a rhythmic thud that seemed to synchronize with the slow, grinding gears of the machinery of the state. He was not a man...

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