Sample V-01: The Silent Parasite (Victorian Melancholy)
The fog of 1880s East London did not merely drift; it clung to the skin like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and old grievances. Arthur, a pharmacist whose shop was as cluttered as his mind, lived in the grey space between survival and despair. His life was a series of measured doses and unpaid bills, until the night he found Julian. Julian had been sprawled across the cobblestones of a...
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