The Altar of Memories

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(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the marrow of one's bones, a grey shroud that rendered the world an indistinct smudge of soot and sorrow. I sat in my workshop, the rhythmic ticking of a hundred clocks creating a cacophony of passing seconds, each one a tiny hammer blow against the silence of my life. I was Arthur, a man of...

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