The Wistful Witness

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The carriage rattled over the cobblestones of Whitechapel, a rhythmic clatter that served as a metronome for my own unraveling thoughts. I was a man of the Law, a constable of the Metropolitan Police, tasked with the preservation of order in a city that seemed to be slowly dissolving into a fog of supernatural rot. The year was 1888, though the calendar felt less like a measure of time and more...

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