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London, England. 3.23pm
Commuters hurried through Lincoln’s Inn Fields, their hurried footsteps beating the pulse of London as they rushed between the offices of Holborn and Aldwych.
Father Ben Costanza was past the age of swift movement so Morgan held his arm and they strolled along the street behind the park. He had insisted that they alight from the taxi on Kingsway so that they could walk a little, but she was shocked to find him so slow. The last few months had taken a toll on them both.
Ben breathed heavily as he shuffled along but his eyes were bright and alert as he looked around at the old buildings. The large public square had once been part of fashionable London in the eighteenth century, when great men lived in the townhouses. Now the barristers’ chambers, the London Sch
