The Museum of Silence (V-01)

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The fog did not merely drift through the streets of London; it possessed them. It was a thick, jaundiced shroud that tasted of coal dust and old sorrows, clinging to the blackened brick of the East End and swirling around the silent spires of Westminster. In this city, the clocks had stopped, not because the gears had failed, but because there was no one left who cared for the hour. Julian,...

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