The Wistful Letter

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blotted out the gaslight and turned the cobblestones of Whitechapel into a slick, black mirror reflecting the hollow eyes of the men who walked upon them. It was the year of the iron rails and the steam, a time when the city breathed smoke and whispered secrets in the tongues of the dead, and in this particular night,...

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