The Glass Cage
In the heart of Victorian London, where the fog clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, there existed a textile mill that breathed soot and misery. Deep beneath the clatter of a thousand looms, in a cellar where the walls wept saltpeter and the air tasted of mildew, lived Clara. Clara was a ghost in her own home. The daughter of a disgraced nobleman and a mother long since surrendered to...
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