The Silent Breath of London

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The fog of 1888 did not merely drift; it clung. It was a yellow, sulfurous shroud that swallowed the cobblestones of Whitechapel and muffled the screams of the dying. Arthur stood by the window of his cramped attic, watching the soot settle on the glass like a slow-motion snowfall of ash. Below, the rhythmic thumping of the textile looms from the mill across the street beat like a dying...

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