Sample V-01: The Price of Ascension

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(Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London in 1888 did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of sulfur and desperation. Arthur lived in the marrow of the East End, a skeletal youth whose blood was a traitor, thinning with every passing winter. He spent his days scrubbing the floors of a curiosity shop in Spitalfields, a place where the dead were sold in porcelain...

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