The Iron Child of Dockside

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The fog off the Thames did not roll in that night; it descended like a weight, pressing down upon the mud-flats and the rotting timbers of the wharves where Edward Ashworth woke with nothing in his head but salt water and the taste of coal dust. He did not know his name. He did not know how he got there, lying half-drowned in a pile of rotting hemp ropes near St. Katherine's Dock. He knew only...

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