The brassy smog of the city is blanketed by the falling snow. It has yet to be sullied by the hansom cabs and workers' boots of the morning. Gaslights twinkle and make the snow glisten yellow-orange on the cobbled streets. Stay this side of the railway or else gangs of feral youths will make sure you end up in the workhouse.
A playlist for my dissertation. Drawings by myself.

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