The Gilded Cage of Penhaligon

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The fog of 1888 London did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and the slow rot of the Thames. Arthur Penhaligon stood at the window of his study, a room of mahogany and velvet that felt more like a meticulously curated museum than a home. He was the most powerful man in the City, the unseen hand guiding the currents of the Empire's wealth, yet he...

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