The Boil of Blackwood

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The fog clung to the Yorkshire moors like a shroud, thick and suffocating, the kind of fog that got inside your lungs and stayed there. Dr. Edmund Harrowby stood at his study window, watching the darkness swallow the last of the road that led from his clinic. His right arm throbbed where the needle had slipped—a slip born of distraction, of a mind half-occupied with thoughts of a woman in Leeds...

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