The Golden Song

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The Golden Song

The Golden Song The fog rolled in from the Mersey each evening like a slow exhalation, thick with the salt-tang of low tide and the ghost-smell of coal-smoke from the terraced chimneys. Eleanor Marsham stood at the kitchen window of her late mother's house on Bold Street, watching the gas-lamps flicker to life one by one, their halos bleeding into the damp. It was November 1887. The city...

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