I — The Copper Coin
*Victorian Gothic* *Victorian Gothic* The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing that evening, thick and yellow as old wool, and Edmund Whitfield pulled his collar tighter against it as he followed the men through the narrow alley behind Lambeth Road. He was twenty-two years old, newly sworn in, and still believed that the uniform conferred upon him some portion of the righteousness he...
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