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Grace Church was an unassuming clerk at Scotland Yard. She did her job in archives, did it well, nine to five, and went home to an empty house; her mother had recently passed away, cancer, and now this terraced family house in Southwark, not far behind Waterloo station in London, was hers. It was familiar, she had lived there all of her life, and there was the sense of comfort always when she returned home, but at nearly thirty, she had not lived a life and she should feel charged with a sense of relief at her mother’s passing, of a chance of a future. With Bong? She was sure he was serious. She liked him, he was a kind and gentle giant, but he did not do it for her, there was no spark; was she being unreasonable to expect a spark? Always she would hear her mother’s constant words of ca
