Henry Jekyll , PM by Sean Fallon
May 1886
Dearest Mother ,
I know it has been some time since last I wrote you , but events of the past few days have left me with such a case of nerves that putting pen to paper became impossible .
Unfortunately , I am unsure when you will receive this letter or if you ever will . Still , I hope and pray you have an opportunity to read of my recent adventures and terrors knowing that I am now safe on a ship bound away from England and the horror that I encountered .
It is best if I start at the beginning .
Upon leaving you and baby Margaret , I walked southwards towards London . I hitched upon carts and sometimes slept in inns , sometimes under trees . After many days of travel , I arrived in that smoky metropolis on the Thames where I quickly found cheap boarding and began roaming the streets , looking for honest work .
The going was slow at first . Even an 18-year-old man like myself , who could read and write and had all of his fingers , was not able to walk into work . The docks had nothing for me , nor did the taverns . I wandered the
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