Harvey had expected Old Street to be little more than another stop on the road to King’s Cross St Pancras.
Instead, he found warnings.
Rumours whispered between traders.
Fear hidden behind ordinary conversations.
And a stranger who seemed to know far more than he should.
“The war has already started,” the young man told him. “It’s not a rumour anymore. There’s something there. Hidden. Growing.”
For the first time in a long while, Harvey wasn’t sure what to think.
The Underground had survived for years through silence, secrets and fragile alliances.
Now those alliances were beginning to crack.
Somewhere beyond Old Street, beyond Angel, beyond the familiar tunnels, forces were moving in the dark.
And whether he wanted it or not, Harvey was already walking towards them.
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