As the wind whipped around her, dragging strands of hair from beneath her bonnet and tugging at her skirt, Nettie left behind the only home she'd ever known. London, 1875. Taking one last look around her little room in Covent Garden, Nettie Carroll couldn't believe she wouldn't even be able to say goodbye to her friends. Her father had trusted the wrong man, and now they would have to go on the run. Once again
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