The Last Puppet
The fog that winter of 1888 did not merely settle upon London; it consumed it. Arthur Winchester stood at his study window in the Cambridge college, watching the grey curtain swallow the cobblestones below. Three years. Three years since Isabella had been taken to Bethlem, and two since the pneumonia carried her away. The letter from the hospital matron had arrived on a Tuesday, delivered by a...
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