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... t the noise of the London streets. The foyer was cool, smelling of beeswax and lilies. It was a sanctuary of silence, usually a relief after the chaos of the city.
Today, however, the silence felt less like a sanctuary and more like a graveyard.
Rowan Hamilton handed his hat to Mr. Simmons. He pulled off his white gloves, finger by finger, with a slow, deliberate motion. He looked at Delaney.
She was standing near the console table, already rummaging through her bag. She ...
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