The Lady of Whitechapel

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Rain lashed against the pharmacy window like handfuls of gravel, and Eleanor Blackwood stood at the counter with her hands folded so tightly her knuckles had gone the colour of old bone. The apothecary was measuring out tincture of valerian root when the bell above the door jangled, and she did not look up—she had learned long ago that looking up was a mistake, that it invited attention, and...

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