The fog that clung to the Yorkshire moors that evening was not...

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The fog that clung to the Yorkshire moors that evening was not merely...

It began three days prior, when the river Ouse ran thin and the fish grew scarce. Thomas was no hunter—his hands were too soft, his appetite too weak for the kind of work that sustained the village downstream. He fished out of desperation, not tradition. The woman upstairs, his mother Elizabeth, had not left her bed in a fortnight. The doctor called it consumption; the village called it what it...

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