Sample V-06: The Patriarch's Silence
(Victorian Era Style) The London fog of 1882 did not merely drift; it possessed the city, swallowing the gaslamps and the souls of those who wandered the cobblestone alleys of East End. In a crumbling townhouse that had once known the laughter of a complete family, I lived as a ghost among the living. My ten sons, born of a love that had long since withered into a cold, formal duty, had grown...
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