V-01: The Gilded Cage of Ambition
The fog of 1840s London did not just cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very soul of the city, a grey shroud that masked the rot beneath the velvet. Arthur stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his study in Belgravia, the amber glow of a single lamp casting long, skeletal shadows across the mahogany. In his hand, a crystal glass of neat scotch remained untouched. He remembered the...
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