The Silver Light of the Abyss

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The fog in East End did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and desperation. In a cellar where the walls wept saltpeter and the only light came from a single, sputtering tallow candle, Arthur lay beneath a quilt of moth-eaten wool. His lungs were no longer his own; they had become a battlefield of blood and fluid, each breath a jagged shard of glass...

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