The Liverpool Undertow
Act I: The Gathering FogThe fog came off the Mersey like a living thing that morning, thick and yellow with the breath of a thousand factories. Dr. Eleanor Marsh pulled her wool coat tighter as she stepped from the carriage at Liverpool Central. The damp chill seeped through her gloves, but it was not the cold that made her shiver.Before her, the County Asylum rose from the mist like a...
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