The Clockwork Vault
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung to the soot-stained brickwork like a damp shroud, smelling of sulfur and forgotten prayers. Beneath the cobblestones of Whitechapel, far below the reach of the gaslights, lay the Vault. It was a masterpiece of brass and iron, a subterranean sanctuary designed by Alistair Thorne to be the pinnacle of human evolution....
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