The Gilded Silence

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The fog of London in 1892 did not merely drift; it clung. It clung to the soot-stained brick of the tenements, to the damp wool of the passing clerks, and most insistently, to the narrow, attic room where Arthur lived. Arthur was a man composed of parchment and ink. At fifty-eight, his frame had become a skeletal reflection of his ambitions. For thirty years, he had written poetry that no one...

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