The Grey Veil
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The rain in London did not fall; it clung. It was a thick, suffocating shroud of charcoal grey that seeped through the heavy velvet curtains of the attic room, bringing with it the scent of coal smoke and ancient dust. Inside, Elara lay amidst a sea of lace and linen, her breath a series of shallow, rattling whispers that sounded like dry leaves skittering across a...
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