Title: The Echo of Silence
(Act I: The Ascent) The fog of East End London did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and desperation. Arthur, a boy of fourteen with eyes too old for his face, lived in the hollows of a tenement house where the walls wept saltpeter. His only possession was a leather-bound volume, found in the gutter of a rain-slicked alley, its pages pulsing with...
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