Three Versions of the Same Night
Version One: The Inspector's Account The night of December 12, 1889, began like any other night in Whitechapel. The fog was thick. The gas lamps cast pools of jaundiced light onto the wet cobblestones. The prostitutes stood in doorways, their breath forming clouds that merged with the mist. I was walking my beat, my truncheon heavy in my coat pocket, my mind on the dinner I would eat when my...
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