The Memory Museum
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London in 1892 did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seemed to breathe, a heavy, grey lung that exhaled the scent of coal smoke and dying hopes. For Adrian, a man whose lineage was as decayed as the velvet curtains of his ancestral home, the fog had become a predator. It began with the disappearance of the small things. A silver thimble, the scent...
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