Kate runs a hand through her short blonde hair with a look of awe and worry intermingling on her face. "Dear God, that man is clever," she sighs. I nod, half-smiling, though I'm not quite sure of what he's done or why it's important. "Come on," she tells me.
"Where are we going?"
"My office, otherwise known as the Tower of London."
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The Time of Change
FanfictionThere are some people who seem destined for greatness. There are others who seem stuck on the path of failure. For most of her life, Annalise Song felt as if she was the unhappy median between the two: bound to be nothing more than mediocre and soli...
