London, 1908. The fog did not merely creep; it clung . It wrapped itself around the gaslights of Marylebone like a patient strangler, turning the new electric streetlamps into jaundiced, buzzing eyes. Dr. Henry Jekyll, F.R.S., stood at the window of his Harley Street consulting room, watching the soot-blackened broughams slide past.

: Jekyll is haunted by visions of execution and the gallows for his crimes. Resolution

: Realizing he can no longer control the monster within, Jekyll commits suicide by taking a fatal dose of poison, killing both identities. Contemporary Reception

She was fast. He was faster.

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