Winter at the Workhouse

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The cold in Whitechapel does not announce itself. It does not knock on the door or ask permission. It arrives the way a debt arrives -- quietly, inevitably, and with compound interest. Mary Sullivan felt it first in her hands. They were already ruined from twenty years of scrubbing other people's floors, the skin cracked and red as raw meat, the knuckles swollen to the size of walnuts. But on...

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