Title: The Fog of London
(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The silence of the underground infirmary was not a void, but a heavy, damp shroud. I exist now as a flicker of consciousness, a shivering colony of cells suspended in a saline solution. Above me, the ceiling of the Victorian vault leaked a rhythmic, cold drip—the only clock I have left. I remember being Arthur. I remember the smell of old parchment and the taste of...
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