The Ossuary of London (V-01)

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The fog did not merely drift through the streets of Whitechapel; it breathed. It was a thick, sulfurous shroud that tasted of coal smoke and old blood, clinging to the damp cobblestones like a dying man’s grip. In the bowels of the city, beneath the gaze of the indifferent spires, lay the cellar of the clandestine Anatomical Society. Julian was the ghost of this cellar. A disgraced scion of a...

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