The Symbiosis of Ash
(V-09: Gothic Horror) The fog of London in 1888 was not just weather; it was a shroud. I lived in a house that breathed, a sprawling gothic nightmare of velvet curtains and weeping walls, where the only light came from the flickering glow of gas lamps and the pale shimmer of the 'Aether-Glass.' I was a man of science, but my science was a heresy. I sought to bridge the gap between the living...
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