The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, thick and...

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The fog came in off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river rot. I stood at the window of my study in Bloomsbury and watched it swallow the gas lamps one by one, as though the city itself were being digested.

It has been seven months since the Grey Miasma began. Seven months of watching London die. I remember the first case. A washerwoman in Whitechapel, found slumped over her ironing board, her skin the colour of old ash, her eyes open and staring at something only she could see. The coroner called it apoplexy. I knew better. I had seen her three days before, healthy and laughing, and I had given...

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