The fog rolled in thick over Bloomsbury on that November evening in 1888, the kind of yellow London fog that seemed to seep through windows and coat the skin with something between grime and melanchol
He had inherited the position of junior archivist three years ago, following the mysterious disappearance of his uncle Lord Blackwood, the previous keeper of what the family quietly called the Star Archive. Official records stated that Blackwood had simply vanished—no body, no note, no explanation. The authorities had searched the building from attic to cellar, questioned every employee, and...
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