The Actuary's Shadow
The fog came in off the Thames on a Tuesday in November, thick as wool and tasting of coal. London forgot what the sky looked like for three days. Three thousand people disappeared into it without reaching their destinations. On the fourth morning, the postmen found them — not dead, just sitting somewhere between where they started and where they were going, unable to proceed, unable to turn...
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