The Exile's Redemption
The fog of 1840s London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of those who wandered its labyrinthine alleys. For Julian Thorne, the fog was a shroud, a physical manifestation of the erasure of his existence. Once the rightful heir to the Thorne estate—a sprawling, decaying manor in the north of England—Julian had spent the last nineteen years as a ghost in his...
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