The Iron Lung of Ashbury

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(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of Ashbury did not merely drift; it clung. It was a thick, sulfurous shroud that tasted of coal and desperation, erasing the horizon and turning the midday sun into a pale, sickly coin. In the heart of this grey wasteland lived Arthur, a man whose mind was a clockwork marvel in a town of rusted gears. Arthur’s workshop was a sanctuary of brass and...

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