The House of Ashes and Silk
The House of Ashes and Silk Part One: The Arrival The fog clung to London like a shroud, thick and yellow with coal smoke, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Arthur Cavendish stood on the platform at Victoria Station with nothing but a leather valise and the weight of three years in India pressing down on his shoulders. He had been discharged not with honor, not with disgrace, but with a silence...
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