The Victorian Alchemist
Act I: The Call (20%) The fog that rolled down from the Pennines did not behave like ordinary weather. It moved with purpose, as though it knew exactly which streets it intended to suffocate, which chimneys it meant to silence. Thomas Blackwood stood at the window of his garret room in the Yorkshire slums and watched it consume the alley below, his breath fogging the glass in time with his own...
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