The Last Lesson of the Dust

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(Variant V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The rain in the industrial north of England did not fall; it descended as a grey, suffocating shroud, tasting of sulfur and coal-ash. In the belly of a derelict warehouse, beneath the rhythmic thrum of distant looms, Arthur sat in a chair that had long since surrendered its stuffing. He was a man carved from shadow and bone, his skin the color of old...

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