The Weasel's Tithe

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The fog on Whitechapel Road did not roll in so much as it descended, a thick yellow wool that swallowed gas lamps whole. Abraham Finch knew it by the taste first—coal dust and damp brick, the particular flavor of London in November 1887. At seventy-two, his left knee predicted weather better than any meteorologist, and tonight it throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that spoke of more fog to...

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