Echoes in the Fog

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Echoes in the Fog

The fog did not roll in that November of 1888 so much as it rose from the cobblestones themselves, thick as wool and cold as a grave. Eleanor Cross stood at the window of her late father's study and watched the gas lamps flicker like dying stars along the Whitechapel streets below. Three months had passed since the funeral. Three months since she had found the journal hidden inside a...

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