The Silenced Truth
The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, swallowing the gaslights of the City in a jaundiced haze. Arthur stood by the window of his cramped office, his fingers stained with the ink of a thousand redacted documents. He was a man of law, or so he believed, until he found the ledger. It was a simple leather-bound book, misplaced in the archives of...
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