The Distant Whispers

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The iron breath of the city was thick in the lungs, a metallic taste that clung to the back of the throat and refused to be swallowed, while the gas lamps hissed and popped along the cobblestones of Slaughter’s Row, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to stretch and contract like the ribs of a dying beast, and I stood there in the doorway of the old textile mill, my hands still stained...

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