The Silent Watcher (V-01: Victorian Melancholy)

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The rain in the Crimea did not fall; it descended as a heavy, grey shroud that clung to the skin and seeped into the very marrow of the bone. Arthur Penhaligon lay pressed against the freezing mud of the trench, his breathing shallow, a rhythmic ghost of a sound in the oppressive silence. Around him, the world had dissolved into a monochromatic blur of slate-grey skies and ochre earth. He...

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