The Scorpion's Bride

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The fog rolled through Whitechapel like a living thing, thick and yellow and tasting of coal smoke and something older, something that had been waiting in the earth beneath the cobblestones for centuries. Lord Edmund Blackwood stood at the window of his Mayfair townhouse and watched it descend upon London the way a shroud descends upon a corpse. His hands rested on the windowsill. Both of them....

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