The Last Breath of the Moors (V-01)
The fog did not merely drift through the streets of Blackwood; it possessed them. It was a thick, suffocating shroud of grey that clung to the soot-stained bricks and muffled the desperate cries of the coal miners. For Clara, the fog was a mirror of her own existence—obscure, stifled, and perpetually cold. At twenty-four, Clara was an anomaly in the North of England. A woman with a medical...
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