The Cat That Clawed the Dark
The fog over Whitechapel did not roll in so much as it descended, a living thing that pressed against the windows of St. Bartholomew's Hospital like a beggar at a door. Eileen Hartwell stood at the fourth-floor window and watched it swallow the gas lamps one by one. She was twenty-four years old, the first woman to hold the position of forensic assistant at Scotland Yard, and she had never once...
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