V-01: The Last Ember of London

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(Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London in 1888 did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and forgotten sins. For Arthur, a clockmaker's son with hands permanently stained by oil and brass, the fog was the only thing that felt honest. He lived in the shadow of the Great Aether Core, a monolithic engine of brass and crystal that powered the city's...

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