Thirty feet beneath the stage of the Royal Opera House lay the historic subterranean vaults of Covent Garden. Carved in the seventeenth century from damp London brick and heavy limestone arches, the forgotten catacombs had once stored stage machinery, gaslight reservoirs, and theatrical props. Tonight, illuminated by the harsh, sterile glare of two portable LED work lights, the vault served as a high-security interrogation chamber for the Crown Syndicate. Sitting…
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