The fog over Whitechapel did not so much settle as suffocate, thick...

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The fog over Whitechapel did not so much settle as suffocate, thick with the breath of a thousand coal fires and the damp exhale of the Thames. Arthur Blackwood stood at the attic window of his fat...

He was twenty-three years old, sixth son of Edward Blackwood, textile magnate and pillar of the Manchester civic establishment. Sixth sons, in the Blackwood family hierarchy, occupied a category slightly above the dog and slightly below the family secretary. Arthur knew this. He had known it since childhood, when his brothers were dispatched to Eton and he was given a box of mechanical parts...

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