The Widow in the Ward
Act One: The Arrival The fog rolled in off the Thames like a living thing, pressing against the windows of St. Jude's Private Hospital with cold, damp fingers. It was November, 1888, and London had never felt so close to the edge of something terrible. Dr. Edmund Blackwood stood at his desk in the third-floor consulting room, his wife's wedding ring turning slowly on his finger. Three years....
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