The Elegiac Void

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The Elegiac Void

The fog did not merely cling to the cobblestones of London; it had become the city. It was a thick, jaundiced shroud that tasted of sulfur and old regrets, swallowing the gaslights until they were nothing more than drowned stars in a sea of grey. I, Arthur Penhaligon, sat in the attic of the Royal Observatory, watching the heavens commit a slow, methodical suicide. One by one, the stars were...

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