The Butcher of Bloomsbury

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Act I The fog in Whitechapel did not roll in so much as it rose from the cobblestones themselves, thick and yellow as curdled milk, smelling of coal smoke and the Thames at low tide. Inspector Arthur Blackwood stood in the doorway of the Metropolitan Police station on Great Scotland Yard and watched it smear the gas lamps into halos the colour of old bruises. Inside, the dispatch board held...

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