The Butchers Ballad

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The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow with coal smoke, and Adelaide Whittingham stood at her bedroom window in Mayfair and watched it devour the streetlamps one by one. She was twenty-four years old, the last of her name, and she had not slept properly in three weeks. Below, in the courtyard, a carriage waited. She could hear the muffled voices of her father's...

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