The Hollow Men of Whitechapel

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The fog did not roll into Whitechapel so much as it rose from the cobblestones themselves, thick and yellow as old tobacco stains. Gas lamps sputtered along Commercial Road, their light swallowed whole by the mist before it could reach the ground. In such weather, Arthur Blackwood learned, London forgot its own name. Arthur had been brought to Whitechapel on his seventeenth birthday by a school...

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