The Lady of Whitechapel

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The fog came down on Whitechapel like a shroud drawn across the face of God. It was October, 1888, and the pea-soupers had been thick for a week, swallowing gaslights whole and turning Commercial Road into a tunnel of damp wool and coal smoke. Thomas Blindley made his way home with his cane tapping against wet cobblestone. He was a blind man who saw more than most — not with eyes, for he had...

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