The Gilded Cage of Breath

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The fog of London in 1882 did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and desperation. For Julian, the fog was a mirror of his own existence—opaque, suffocating, and stagnant. Born into the fading grandeur of the House of Sterling, Julian had inherited nothing but a name that sounded like a bell and a body that felt like a prison. He suffered from a...

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