The Gilded Cage
(Act I: The Ascent) The fog of 1890s London did not just cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of Arthur's bones. He spent his days hauling crates of tea and silk at the East India docks, his hands calloused, his spirit a dull ache. He had loved Claire—the daughter of a fading aristocrat—with a desperation that bordered on worship. But love is a currency the nobility does...
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