The Glass Heart
(Based on V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of one's bones, a grey shroud that blurred the line between the waking world and a fever dream. Arthur sat in his study, the only light provided by a single, sputtering oil lamp that cast long, dancing shadows against the mahogany walls. On the desk sat the Mirror—not...
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