The Needle of Blackwood

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as opium smoke. Dr. Edmund Ashworth stood at the window of his Whitechapel clinic and watched it swallow the gas lamps one by one. Inside, on a pallet that had once been a butcher's table, a dockworker named Thomas Halloway lay breathing in shallow, rattling gasps. His skin was the colour of wet ash. The swelling around his...

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