The Mourning of Innocence
(V-01: Victorian Mourning) The fog did not arrive with a scream, but with a sigh. In the autumn of 1888, a silent, pearlescent mist descended upon London, drifting through the cobblestone alleys of Whitechapel and the gilded parlors of Mayfair. By the time the sun rose, the world had grown quiet. Every soul above the age of eighteen had simply ceased to be, their bodies dissolving into fine,...
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