The Distant Affair
The Distant Affair The rain on Harley Street had a particular frequency—440.0 Hz, or so Eleanor Voss would have said, if Thomas Blackwood had ever been brave enough to ask her what she meant. Seventeen months had passed since Eleanor's funeral, since Thomas had stood beneath the dripping canopy of St Mary Abbotkirk and watched the vicar pronounce dust to dust with the earnest incompetence of a...
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