The fog rolled through London like a living thing, thick and yellow...

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The fog rolled through London like a living thing, thick and yellow as old pus, swallowing the gas lamps whole. Edward Blackwood stood at the window of his study in Blackmoor Hall and watched it consume the garden paths he had not walked in three years.

Behind him, the portrait of his grandfather watched back—painted thirty years ago, when the old man had been alive and the family empire at its zenith. The portrait showed Arthur Blackmoor as a conqueror: chest out, jaw set, one hand resting on a document that probably represented someone else's ruin. Edward had spent the last five years becoming that man. He turned from the window and walked...

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