The air in Limehouse did not move; it hung, thick and yellow, like...

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The air in Limehouse did not move; it hung, thick and yellow, like a shroud grown heavy with the breath of ten thousand lungs. Thomas Crowley felt it pressed against his face each morning as he ros...

He had come to London from County Kerry three years before, a boy of nineteen with a sack over his shoulder and the name of a mine in County Durham on his lips. The mine had taken a roof in his second week. Three men had died. Thomas had walked out with six pounds in his pocket and a tremor in his hands that had never quite left him since. He had taken a position at a textile mill in Limehouse,...

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