The Eye of the Fog
The fog came in the autumn of 1888 and did not leave. It began as a thick yellow haze rolling off the Thames, but within weeks it had swallowed London whole. The sun became a memory—a pale, sickly circle that no one could quite remember. Three months passed. Then six. The coal smoke from a million chimneys mixed with the river's damp and created something that was not quite weather and not...
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