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Jeffrey Lord Slave of Sarma Chapter One It had been misting all day and, as Londons lights began to go on early, a dark brown fog crept in from the Thames. Pavements were shiny and treacherous, slimed by fallen leaves. Fog horns on the river were raucous and surly, their mood matched by that of millions of Londoners as they began the vespertine shove into tube and train and car. A dour day, in all, with Indian summer gone and the drear of winter upcoming. At 3912 Princes Gate, Kensington, the ...
Keywords: Bek-Tor Blade Sarma