The Echoes of Atonement (V-01)

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The fog of London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it breathed. It was a thick, sulfurous shroud that tasted of coal smoke and old secrets, swallowing the gas-lamps of Whitechapel in a sickly yellow haze. I stood beneath a rotting eaves, my black umbrella a useless shield against a rain that felt less like water and more like the weeping of a thousand forgotten souls. I am Alistair...

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