The Iron Cage's Shadow

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2026-07-02 11:38:14 -

The fog came early that November, rolling down from the Thames like a living thing, thick and yellow and smelling of coal smoke and river mud. Eleanor Ashworth stood at the window of her bakery on Whitechapel Road and watched it consume the street lamp outside, one flickering eye at a time. She had opened the bakery eight months ago, with money her mother had left her and a recipe for fruit...

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