The Broken Medal

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The Broken Medal

The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the edges of the cobblestone streets and muffled the desperate cries of the East End. In the heart of Belgravia, within the oppressive silence of the Blackwood Manor, Arthur sat in a mahogany wheelchair, staring at the rain-streaked window. He remembered the smell of ozone and the screams of dying...

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