The Iron Lung of London
The soot of London did not merely coat the buildings; it lived in the lungs of every man, woman, and child, a grey ghost that whispered of industry and decay. But for Arthur, the ghost was a physical presence, a humid, metallic breath that surged through the copper veins of the Great Engine. Arthur lived in the Sub-Level Nine, a place where the sun was a myth told in faded postcards. He was the...
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