The Iron Cage of Providence

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ACT ONE: THE GATHERING The fog over Shoreditch did not roll in so much as rise, like breath from a dying man's lips. I watched it from the window of Old Jack's tavern on Bishopsgate, watching the gas lamps bleed their sickly yellow into the mist. It was March 1888, and I was twenty-eight years old, though I felt older. Older than the men who sat at the tables below me, men who had spent their...

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