Beneath the London Fog

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The fog did not roll in that November of 1854 — it descended, heavy and final, like a shroud lowered into a grave. Thomas Whitfield stood at the window of the storeroom that served as his bedroom and watched the gas lamps on Whitechapel Road bloom into halos of sickly yellow, then dissolve. He had been at St. Jude's Charity Infirmary for eleven days. He had counted the hours. The boy on the...

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