The Choir of Brass and Bone
In the winter of 1888, Crawford Manor was not a residence, but a laboratory of human optimization. Arthur Windsor-Crawford, a man whose soul had been replaced by a series of columns and rows, believed that the only way to achieve perfection was through the absolute elimination of the unexpected. His life was a symphony of precision. Every morning at six-thirty, he sat in his second-floor study,...
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