The Ashworth Lodging House

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The fog did not roll in on that November evening in 1888—it descended, slowly, like a curtain drawn across the world. Mrs. Beatrice Ashworth stood at the top of the staircase in the Bloomsbury lodging house and watched it through the frosted glass of the front door. It was thick enough to swallow a man whole, she thought, and then she thought: that is what fog does. It swallows men, and houses,...

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