The Silver Echoes of Winter

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(V-01: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of 1874 clung to the cobblestones of Hampshire like a damp shroud. Arthur, a man of letters whose soul was as fragile as the vellum he studied, lived in a house that breathed silence. It was in the depths of a cruel January that he found the creature—a white fox, its fur matted with frozen blood, trapped in a rusted iron snare. Arthur did not see a beast; he...

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