The Serpent in the Dark

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The fog in Whitechapel did not roll in so much as rise, like breath from the throat of something vast and dying. It clung to the gas lamps and turned their light into sickly yellow puddles on the cobblestones. Beneath the streets, deeper than any respectable Londoner cared to imagine, the old drainage tunnels stretched like the ribs of a dead leviathan. And in those tunnels, the Serpent lived....

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