The Marble Bride - V-01: The Silent Grief
(Style A: Victorian Melancholy) The fog of London did not merely drift; it clung, a damp shroud that swallowed the gaslights of the East End. Arthur, a man whose soul was as grey as the cobblestones he trod, lived in a silence so profound it had become a physical presence in his small, drafty flat. He was a collector of broken things, a curator of the forgotten. It was in the basement of a...
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