CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SEVEN

The curvaceous doors whizzed open at the garçon-room threshold, discovering a strip of white light across the sword bottom. Dr Helena Sinclair stood framed in the gleam, fosse – fleece damp with mizzle, eyes too bright for someone who had spent weeks in insulation. Racks of humming blades adjoined h...

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