**The Echo of Silence**

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The fog in London did not merely drift; it clung to the cobblestones like a damp shroud, swallowing the gaslights of Whitechapel in a sickly, jaundiced glow. Inspector Elara Vance adjusted the collar of her woolen coat, her breath hitching in the frigid air. At twenty-eight, she was a ghost in the halls of Scotland Yard—too perceptive for the commissioners, too stubborn for the constables, and...

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