The Crucible of Whitechapel

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The fog rolled through Whitechapel like a living thing, thick and yellow as old beer, tasting of coal smoke and the Thames. Joshua Cohen pulled his threadbare coat tighter and kicked the stone that lay where a ball should have been. It clattered against the brick wall of a shuttered bakery, the sound swallowed instantly by the fog. Joshua was sixteen, Jewish, and thin in the way that Eastern...

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