The Ghost of Fleet Street

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The fog of London in 1892 did not merely drift; it clung. It was a grey, suffocating shroud that erased the edges of the world, leaving only the rhythmic clatter of hansom cabs and the distant, mournous tolling of St. Paul's. For Arthur, the fog was a mirror of his own existence. He was a smudge in the periphery, a ripple in the air that no one ever noticed. He stood now at the corner of a...

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