The Clockwork Decay

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The rain in London didn't fall; it dissolved. It turned the city into a smudge of charcoal and grey, a place where the boundaries between the buildings and the sky were lost in a permanent, weeping haze. Arthur lived in the gaps—the narrow alleys where the light never reached and the air tasted of wet soot. Arthur had been the "wrong" kind of son for the House of Thorne. In a family of surgeons...

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