Courtyard on Bleak Street
The fog came in from the Thames at half past four, as it always did in November of 1888, and by half past five it had swallowed Bleak Street entirely. Thomas Whitmore stood at his second-floor window and pressed his palm against the cold glass, watching the carriage sit motionless in the courtyard below. It was a four-wheeler, second-hand from a hansom driver in Paddington, painted a color that...
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