The Last Forgiveness
(V-14: Victorian Melancholy) The fog in London did not merely drift; it possessed. It swallowed the streetlamps, muffled the clatter of hansom cabs, and turned the grand cemeteries of Highgate into a labyrinth of gray ghosts. Alaric walked through the mist, his black cloak trailing in the damp grass. He was a man who had lived a thousand years in the span of ten, his wealth gone, his title a...
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