The Winter of Solitude

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(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung. It clung to the soot-stained bricks of the East End and to the lungs of the thousands who labored in the docks. For Arthur, the fog was the only constant in a life defined by absence. He had been brought into the house of Mr. Thorne as a nameless waif, a scrap of humanity salvaged from the gutter. Thorne, once a...

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