The Fog of Empire (V-01)

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The rain in London did not fall; it descended as a grey, suffocating shroud, erasing the boundaries between the soot-stained brick of the East End and the oppressive marble of Whitehall. I stood on the balcony of the newly renamed Ministry of Order, watching the city breathe in rhythmic, metallic gasps. Below, the steam-carriages rattled like skeletal remains, their brass fittings gleaming...

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