The Lantern's Last Ember

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I. The fog came down on London like a shroud, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. It had been fogging for three days straight, swallowing the gas lamps whole so that they burned like dim ghosts in the mist. Edgar Wentworth sat in his cell at Newgate Prison and counted the cracks in the wall. He had counted them seventeen times already. There were forty-two in total,...

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