The Iron Cage of Empire
The London of 1888 was a city of two worlds, separated by a thin veil of smog and a thick wall of gold. In the East End, the air was a thick soup of coal dust and desperation, where the tenements leaned against each other like drunks in a gutter. In the West End, the mansions of Mayfair stood as monuments to an empire that believed it had conquered time itself. Edward was the heir to the...
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