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A poor boy, born and raised in a workhouse in Victorian England, falls into the control of a gang of heartless criminals.

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Day was dawning when they again emerged. A great multitude had already assembled; the windows were filled with people, smoking and playing cards to beguile the time; the crowd were pushing, quarrelling, joking. Everything told of life and animation, but one dark cluster of objects in the centre of all⁠—the black stage, the crossbeam, the rope, and all the hideous apparatus of death.

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