The Last Letter of London

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(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of 1892 did not merely cling to the cobblestones of London; it seemed to seep into the very marrow of Arthur’s bones. In the damp silence of his basement laboratory, the air tasted of ozone and old parchment. For three years, Arthur had lived in a self-imposed exile, shunned by the Royal Society as a man who chased ghosts in the ether. But Arthur had found...

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