Threads of London

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Threads of London

The fog had settled over London like a shroud on the day I arrived in the city with nothing but a satchel of manuscripts and a heart full of dangerous ideas. I was twenty-four, born in a Yorkshire village where the nearest library was a church basement with a collection of damaged Bibles and farming almanacs. But I could write. That was my inheritance, my curse, my only weapon against a world...

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