The moths had been falling for three months when Eleanor Marsh...

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The moths had been falling for three months when Eleanor Marsh stopped counting them.

London wore them like a shroud. From the highest window of the family townhouse in Bloomsbury, she could see the river Thames grey and motionless beneath a curtain of fluttering wings. They came at dusk, always at dusk, when the gas lamps flickered to life and the fog rolled in from the east. The moths did not mind the fog. They did not mind the cold, or the rain, or the way the city groaned...

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