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Chapter 2: Second Chances
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... utumn, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of rain-washed concrete and diesel fumes through London’s busy streets. King’s Cross Station hummed with its usual chaotic symphony—the rhythmic clacking of departure boards, tinny announcements echoing through the vaulted ceiling, businessmen in pressed suits brushing past backpack-laden tourists. Normal people living normal lives.
Arthur Hayes moved through this sea of humanity with practiced indifference. At seventeen, he cut an imposing figur ...
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