The Black Vessel of Mayfair

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as old wool, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Edward Harrington stood beneath the flickering sign of the White Hart Club, his collar turned up against the November chill, and watched the carriages clatter past on cobblestones slick with rain and horse dung. He had been waiting forty minutes. He would have waited longer, but the...

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