Sample V-01: The Last Ember of the North

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(Victorian Melancholy Style) The rain in Northern England did not fall; it lingered, a grey shroud that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the tenements and the skeletal remains of the cotton mills. Inside a damp cellar that smelled of mildew and old paper, Mr. Sterling lay upon a narrow cot. His breath came in ragged, wet rattles—the sound of a man whose lungs had become a battlefield for the...

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