The Fox at Blackwood Fen

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The fog came down the Thames like a shroud, thick and yellow, and Arthur Blackwood pulled his coat tighter as he pushed through the alley behind Whitechapel Road. The tenement smelled of coal smoke and boiled cabbage and something older, something that had seeped into the lath and plaster and would never leave. He climbed the stairs three at a time, his boots ringing on the rotting wood, and...

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