The Altar of Aether

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The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and old failures. In the subterranean labyrinth of the East End, where the sunlight was a forgotten myth, Julian lived in the spaces between the bricks. He was a creature of the silt and the sewer, a ghost in the machinery of a city that viewed him as less than the rats he shared his bread...

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