
"The house was dark, a cold mist hung in the air, seeping into my soul, infecting my hearts relentless beats with the pounding inevitability of death...I could not lose her." The year was 1885. London was in the middle of a bitter winter and Devils Acre, a place of desperation...

"The house was dark, a cold mist hung in the air, seeping into my soul, infecting my hearts relentless beats with the pounding inevitability of death...I could not lose her." The year was 1885. London was in the middle of a bitter winter and Devils Acre, a place of desperation...