The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The rain had been falling on the cobblestones of the Whitehall district for three days, a relentless, cold sheet of water that turned the gaslight into a smear of amber and grey on the wet pavement, and I stood in the anteroom of the Ministry of Internal Security, waiting for the door to open, my hands clasped tightly behind my back to keep them from trembling, for the weight of the uniform I...

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