The Gilded Cage of Drayton Square
The Gilded Cage of Drayton SquareThe fog pressed against the windowpanes of Drayton Square like a living thing, thick and grey and hungry. Dr. Thomas Abernethy watched it from his basement consulting room, a cup of tea gone cold in his hands. Below the street, through the iron grating, came the muffled sounds of London—the clatter of hansom cabs on wet cobblestones, the distant bells of St....
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