The Distant Nightmare

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Whitehall into slick mirrors reflecting the gas lamps and the wet wool coats of the men who walked them. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the doorway of the Ministry of Internal Security, his hand resting on the cold brass of the doorframe. He was not leaving. He was staying. This was the difference, the...

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