• The Docks of Liverpool
    I came back to Liverpool on a Tuesday in October, 1947, with twenty pounds in my pocket, a limp I'd picked up at Arnhem, and the vague idea that the world owed me something for four years of sleeping in mud and watching my friends die. The world, it turned out, had a different opinion. The docks looked the same. That was the first punch. The same cranes, rusted and groaning. The same warehouses...
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  • 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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  • The Liverpool Undertow
    The Liverpool Undertow ====================== I. The order came at half-past eight on a Tuesday in November. Edmund Ashworth received it at his desk in the St. Jude's Parish Poorhouse, a small room that smelled of damp wool and boiled cabbage. The parchment was stamped with the seal of the Board of Guardians, and it read in cramped official script: Clear the Hartley stables at Byrom Street....
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  • The trunk on the dock at Liverpool was the same trunk his father had carried...
    He was twenty-five. He had a education from a college in Louisiana that had lost its accreditation two years before he graduated, a letter of introduction from a distant cousin who lived in Pimlico and hoped Thomas would not be too much trouble, and a knowledge of what had happened to his family's sugar plantations that was both precise and useless. The documents were in his head — he had...
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  • The Pale Protocol
    The fog did not roll in that November; it descended, heavy and deliberate, as though the sky itself had decided to press down upon the streets of Liverpool and suffocate them in grey wool. Sebastian Vane stood at the window of his third-floor flat on Walton Road and watched the gas lamps flicker to life below, their halos swallowed almost instantly by the pall. He was thirty-four years old, a...
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