The Inheritance of Umbrellas
The fog of 1888 did not merely drift through Whitechapel; it conspired. It pressed against the windows of Dr. Edmund Harlowe's townhouse on Dorset Street like a living thing, searching for weaknesses in the glass, the mortar, the man. Edmund was a man of science. He dealt in tissues and fluids, in the precise cataloguing of decay. As the senior解剖师 at the Whitechapel mortuary, he had spent...
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