Sample V-01: The Last Ember of London
(Act 1: The Spark) The fog of 1890s East London didn't just cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the lungs of every soul in the Rookery. In a cellar that smelled of damp earth and old ink, Arthur sat propped against a stack of moldering books. His cough was a wet, rattling sound that echoed in the silence. Around him, six children, their faces smudged with soot, sat in a circle. They were...
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