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United Grand Lodge of England, London. 4.48pm
Morgan stared up at the imposing facade of the Grand Lodge of England, whose Grand Masters were always from the Royal Family. Art Deco tiers rose towards the London sky in memory of those Freemasons who had fallen in World War Two. It was an ivory mausoleum housing not a secret society, but a society with secrets. Surprisingly, the building was open to the public, with tours that ran several times daily, assuaging the need to see inside a place that had engendered so many myths.
Morgan entered and registered for the 5pm tour, walking up the wide staircase to the first floor where the library and museum were waiting to be explored. She felt strange without her gun, but the security measures meant she needed to enter clean.
She distracted
