The Last Breath of the Fog
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely drift; it possessed the city, a grey, suffocating shroud that blurred the line between the cobblestones and the sky. In the heart of the East End, within the soot-stained walls of a counting house, Arthur lived a life measured in ink and ledgers. He was a man of precise habits and invisible existence, a ghost among the living, until...
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