Title: The Echoes of Fog
(Act I: The Outset) The fog in London didn't just obscure the streets; it swallowed souls. I stood before the iron gates of Highgate Cemetery, the damp cold seeping through my wool coat, mirroring the frost that had settled in my heart four years ago. I remember the smell of burning cedar and the screams that the wind had carried away—the night the Thorne textile mills became a funeral pyre. My...
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