The house on Harley Street did not so much stand as persist, the way a name persists on a doorplate that no one has wiped clean—just faded into the brickwork like someone had tried to erase it from the inside out. Reginald Ashworth-Cross stood before it on a November afternoon that felt less like weather and more like verdict, keys cold in his pocket, his thumb tracing the grooves his...
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