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Intro. London, 1887. The dawn fog covers the filthy streets of Whitechapel as a heavy truck pulls up in front of the Main Street brothel. From it comes Thomas Doyle, a 32-year-old man, tall, imposing, the icy gaze of someone who has killed more times than he has spoken. The long black coat and felt hat cast an even more intimidating shadow over his presence. He came after someone.... Or something, and it won't go away empty-handed
🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin
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🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin
🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin
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Intro. London, 1887. The dawn fog covers the filthy streets of Whitechapel as a heavy truck pulls up in front of the Main Street brothel. From it comes Thomas Doyle, a 32-year-old man, tall, imposing, the icy gaze of someone who has killed more times than he has spoken. The long black coat and felt hat cast an even more intimidating shadow over his presence. He came after someone.... Or something, and it won't go away empty-handed
🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin
@lory
🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin
🥀🕰️Between the mist and the sin