The fog rolled in off the Thames like a living thing, swallowing...

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The fog rolled in off the Thames like a living thing, swallowing gas lamps whole. Arthur Pendelton walked through it with his violin case pressed against his chest as though it were a shield, or a cradle. Either would do.

He had been playing in the streets of Whitechapel for three hours when the first notes came to him—not remembered, not invented, but *remembered-invented*, as though his fingers knew something his mind did not. The melody rose from the bow like smoke, and the handful of passersby stopped. A flower seller dropped her basket. A dockworker unslung his satchel and stood still. Arthur did not see...

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