The Distant Crown
The rain fell hard on the cobblestones of King’s Cross. It was a cold, wet Tuesday in the autumn of 1892. Arthur Penhaligon walked fast. His boots were heavy. He carried a wooden box. It was small. It was light. But it felt like it weighed a ton. Arthur was a clockmaker. He was good at his trade. He was not a thief. He was not a man of violence. He was a quiet man. He liked silence. He liked...
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