The White Coat's Shadow

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The fog on the Thames did not roll in that night so much as it descended, heavy and yellow as a bruise. Arthur Pendelton stood on the riverbank with his leather portfolio pressed against his chest, watching the coroner's men haul another body from the water. It was November, 1888, and London had become a city of ghosts—some dead, most still breathing. He had been summoned to Whitechapel on a...

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