The Face of Vengeance
The first patient I examined in the East End was not supposed to exist. Dr. Cornelius Blackwood's basement clinic sat beneath a shuttered apothecary on Dorset Street, where the fog rolled thick off the Thames and the gas lamps sputtered like dying things. I had come to London with a commission from the Royal Geographical Society to catalogue exotic specimens from the Amazon basin. What I...
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