The Last Candle of the North

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The fog in the mining village of Blackwood did not just obscure the vision; it tasted of sulfur and ancient soot, a thick, grey shroud that clung to the skin like a wet burial cloth. In a derelict church where the roof had long since surrendered to the rain, Mr. Alistair Thorne sat hunched over a small wooden table. He was a man of angles and shadows, his frame wasted by consumption, his skin...

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