The Gilded Cage (V-01)
The fog of 1890s London did not merely cling to the cobblestones; it seeped into the very marrow of the city, a grey shroud that muffled the screams of the dying and the laughter of the decadent. Arthur Sterling stood by the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse in the City, watching the black carriages crawl like beetles through the smog. He was thirty-two, though his eyes held the...
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