The Dying Healer

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The Dying Healer

The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the lines between the cobblestone streets and the soot-stained sky. In the heart of the East End, tucked away in a cellar that smelled of carbolic acid and old blood, Arthur Sterling worked. Arthur was a man of contradictions. To the nobility who occasionally sought his discretion, he was a ghost—a...

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