The Fog at Tyburn

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The Fog at Tyburn

He found her at the cemetery on a Tuesday, the kind of London Tuesday that was less a day than a prolonged apology. The fog had been thick since dawn, turning the gas lamps into bruised halos and reducing the graves to faint silhouettes in the white gloom. Silas Winterbourne had been standing over his mother's headstone for perhaps ten minutes, perhaps two hours, when he heard the soft scrape...

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