Threads of London

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Threads of London

The fog on the Thames doesn't roll in—it rises, like the city is breathing something up from its stomach. I stood in it on my first visit to Whitechapel and understood that London had layers, like an onion or a wound, and I had only seen the top one. I was Lord Edmund Ashworth, twenty-one years old, Oxford-educated, and entirely unprepared for anything real. The pub was called The Rat and...

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