The Wistful Witness

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The ballroom of the Whitmore Estate did not smell of perfume, as one might expect for a gathering of the London elite, but of old paper, polished mahogany, and the faint, metallic tang of anxiety that clung to the skin like a second layer of dust. It was the height of the industrial age, a time when the clatter of looms in the distance had become the heartbeat of the city, and the air outside...

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