The Ashes of Ashworth

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2026-05-04 08:08:45 -

The Ashes of Ashworth The fog had been falling since dusk, thick as wool and just as useless for keeping out the cold. Clara Ashworth stood at the window of the house on Russell Square, watching it consume the gas lamps one by one, until the street was nothing but a row of faint orange smudges dissolving into the dark. Behind her, the sound of her father's voice could be heard through the wall,...

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