The fog clung to Whitechapel like a shroud, thick and yellow and...

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The fog clung to Whitechapel like a shroud, thick and yellow and tasting of coal smoke and the

He was twenty-two and had never known his mother. The nuns at St. Jude's Orphanage told him she had died in childbirth. The matron, a woman with a face like dried leather, told him she had run off with a sailor. Arthur had stopped asking questions years ago. Questions did not fill bellies or warm rooms. The ledger he was copying was for Lord Harrington's import business. Arthur did not know...

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