The Grey Lung
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog did not merely surround the town of Oakhaven; it owned it. It was a thick, sulfurous shroud that clung to the soot-stained brickwork and seeped into the very marrow of the people. In the heart of this grey purgatory sat a small, damp room that served as the schoolhouse for the children of the coal mines. Arthur sat by the window, his chest heaving in a...
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