The Apothecary's Shadow

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London, 1888 The fog did not roll into Whitechapel so much as it rose from the cobblestones themselves, exhaled by centuries of coal fires and human misery. Inside a room that had once been a tailor's shop, Dr. Alistair Blackwood held a scalpel steady over a man's abdomen and did not tremble. The sailor on the table was breathing shallowly. A knife wound, deep but not quite through to the...

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