The Brooch on the Steps

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THE BROOCH ON THE STEPS The fog in Whitechapel did not roll in so much as settle—like a shroud dropped by indifferent hands. Eleanor Marsh knew it well. She knew the way it muffled the clatter of hansom cabs on Brick Lane, the way it swallowed streetlamps whole, leaving only their ghostly halos floating in the damp air. The silver lace brooch sat at the bottom of her drawer, wrapped in tissue...

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