The Golden Downtown
The body of Colonel Halloway was pulled from the River Wye on a Tuesday morning in November, the water black and thick with the tannins of decaying leaves, and by the time I had finished my tea in the cramped kitchen of our rented room in Bristol, the news had already reached the War Office like a stain spreading through wet cloth. I was thirty-two years old, a clerk of modest standing, and my...
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