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what lay beneath the ash |
| there were once two Londons: the first was the soot dark land where Victoria reigned after Albert died. she locked herself in her room and tore all the color out of her heart leaving only ashes and sackcloth. propriety ruled over humor. that was the public London. but the second was populated with the tattered silken colors worn by whores that husbands found more compelling than wives (so proper and colorless locked into the expectation of what a lady would never do) and they didn’t sing—they worked and died entwined with faithless lovers or dripping blood at the hands of an unknown Jack then hidden beneath the ash that painted the town. that was the dark of London |