V-01: The Spectral Guardian
The fog in East London did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, smelling of coal smoke and old sorrows. In the heart of this grey wasteland lived Mr. Sterling, a man whose wealth was matched only by his quiet kindness. He had spent decades as a banker, but his true ledger was kept in the hearts of the desperate. Years ago, he had extended a hand to Arthur, a...
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