The Amber Chain
The Amber Chain The fog rolled off the Thames like a living thing, swallowing煤气灯's yellow glow before it could reach the cobblestones. Arthur Blackwood stood at the window of his father's abandoned townhouse in Bloomsbury and watched it consume London, block by block. Below him, the city breathed its soot-thick breath. Above him, the ceiling plaster cracked in patterns that reminded him of the...
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