The Immortal's Curse
ACT I: THE AWAKENING (Rising Action) The fog in Whitechapel did not roll in so much as it descended, a suffocating blanket of grey that swallowed gas lamps whole and left the cobblestones slick with something that was not quite rain. Elias Thorne woke in his apartment on Dorset Street to the smell of damp plaster and old regret, the way he always did. Three hundred and twelve years. That was...
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