The fog over London did not roll in so much as it rose from the...

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The fog over London did not roll in so much as it rose from the earth itself, a yellow-gray exhalation from the Thames that swallowed streets whole. Edward Ashworth stood at his window in Whitechapel and watched it consume the world three stories below.

He was twenty-four, a junior barrister with a mind like a scalpel and a background that made him an anomaly in the Inns of Court. His father had been a dockworker who died when a warehouse wall collapsed in 1841. The coroner's verdict: an act of God. Edward's mother died of consumption two years later. He was raised by his aunt, a laundress whose fingers were permanently stained blue from...

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