The Frankenstein Protocol
The body lay in the fog-choked alley behind Buck's Row, and Inspector Margaret Hayes knelt beside it with the kind of careful attention that got her nowhere in a force full of men who thought grief was a woman's weakness. Clara Frankenstein's eyes were open, wide with something between terror and wonder, and the dust of Whitechapel had settled across them like a gray veil. The coroner would...
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