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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow as old broth. Arthur Blackwood pulled his collar tighter and stood outside Miller's Court, watching the police cordon tape flutter in the wind. Another body. Another name to add to the notebook. The gas lamps cast long shadows down Hanbury Street, and somewhere in the darkness, Sarah was dying again. He could smell her...
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