The Wistful Voyage

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The fog did not merely hang over the River Thames; it possessed it, a thick, gelatinous tongue of grey dampness that swallowed the masts of the barges and the iron ribs of the bridges until the world was reduced to a claustrophobic sphere of wet wool and the rhythmic, grinding chug of the city’s industrial heart beating just outside my skin. I stood on the slick cobblestones of Southwark, the...

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