The Silent Mourner

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The rain in London did not fall; it lingered, a grey shroud that clung to the soot-stained bricks of the East End. Arthur stood by the window of his study, his silhouette a sharp, jagged line against the dim light. He was a man of precision, a textile magnate who viewed the world as a series of looms and threads, each to be tightened or cut according to his will. Clara had been the only thread...

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