The Rain-Sodden Ledger

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The fog of 1854 London did not merely drift; it clung. It was a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the soot-stained sky. For Arthur Penhaligon, the fog was a mirror of his own mind—opaque, damp, and heavy with the scent of decay. Arthur sat in the dim light of his study, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock that seemed to count down...

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