The Teacup and the Fog

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I The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, thick as wool and twice as cold. Inspector Catherine Ashworth stood outside the clinic on Dorset Street, watching her breath plume in the gaslight. The building was unremarkable—a narrow Georgian townhouse with peeling paint and a brass plate that read "Dr. Elias Vane, MD." She had come because of a prescription. Three weeks ago, a man named...

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